Unexpectedly, Sheng Linghan, who has no woman in his heart and is naturally ruthless when drawing his sword, really has a soft spot this time.
Sheng Linghan returned to his bedroom and heard the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom.
Maybe Fu Yu was taking a bath.
The corners of Sheng Linghan's lips curled up slightly.
The scene of her seducing him in a suspender nightgown appeared in his mind.
The black-hearted little dumpling should be locked in the bathroom and taught a lesson.
Squeeze out the black juice.
Only the softness of the milk remains.
Sheng Linghan took a deep breath, his mouth dry from his overly restrictive imagination.
He picked up the cold nourishing soup and took a sip.
Fu Yu was taking a shower when suddenly there was a sound of something breaking outside the door.
Then, there was a plop.
It looks like someone has fallen.
Fu Yu turned off the shower and tentatively called out, "Husband?"
"Sheng Linghan?"
No one responded.
Fu Yu wrapped a bath towel around himself and walked out of the bathroom.
Sheng Linghan was seen lying on the ground, surrounded by broken pieces of soup bowl.
A splinter pierced the back of his hand, and blood gushed out.
But he seemed not to feel anything and struggled to loosen his tie.
Unbearable deep breaths.
"Sheng Linghan."
Fu Yu helped him up.
"What's wrong with you? Has the poison struck again?"
“Don’t come over here!”
Beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Sheng Linghan felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar and then been thrown into a volcano.
Pulled between extremes of cold and heat.
Fu Yu wanted to pull out the fragments for Sheng Linghan, but as soon as she started, Sheng Linghan grabbed her hand, twisted it hard, and pushed her against the French window.
Fu Yu's cheek was pressed against the pure blue curtain.
"Don't look at me."
Sheng Linghan forced himself to pull off his tie and cover Fu Yu's eyes.
He didn't want Fu Yu to see him being as inhumane, lowly and despicable as a beast.
He bit Fu Yu's earlobe, and a whisper escaped from between his lips and teeth.
"Don't go. Don't go."
Under the influence of the insect, Sheng Linghan fell into a fantasy.
In his fantasy, Fu Yu was high above him, stepping on his chest and saying that she would leave him soon.
Said he couldn't trap her body and mind.
They said he was really bad and was not even as good as a dog.
No, it's not.
Sheng Linghan bit the back of her neck obsessively.
He wouldn't let her leave.
He wouldn't let her feel like he was shit.
He could learn the methods that made her unable to stop and transform himself into the person she liked.
He could keep her with money.
Doesn’t Fu Yu like money?
Just a few shopping malls can make her happy.
He could give her all his assets.
Fu Yu can't leave.
Can't leave.
"Sheng Linghan, that thing on your wrist hurts me so much."
Something on your wrist?
Buddhist beads?
Sheng Linghan took off the Buddhist beads without even thinking.
The sandalwood incense beads hit the floor with a loud bang.
At the same time, Fu Yu was carried to the bed by a huge force.
The world was spinning and my mind was blank.
The man with an astonishing arm circumference enveloped Fu Yu with almost no effort.
"Talk to me, otherwise, I can't control myself."
Sheng Linghan grabbed Fu Yu's fingers, brought them to his lips and kissed them.
"What are you talking about? You're a pervert, a bastard?"
"Yes, I am a pervert and a bastard."
Sheng Linghan bit her fingertips and unconsciously repeated it to emphasize the point.
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