After the passion, Lu Man sat on the bed with her eyes blank. She was not a fool. Jin Chengjun was a completely different person before and after marriage. No matter how naive she was, she knew what had happened. No, something had happened a long time ago, and she
Suddenly didn't realize it
The smell of lust still lingered in the air, her lower body felt numb and painful, and she even smelled a trace of blood.
The tearing pain was as unbearable as the first time. She knew that his rudeness had hurt her again, just like a cut that had not yet scabbed and was cut again.
The bathroom door was opened, and she turned her head mechanically, watching him tie the belt of his bathrobe and walk out.
Jin Chengjun tied the belt around his waist loosely. He looked up and saw her earthy face. Her violent expression had already returned to indifference. He glanced at her and said coldly: "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."
While he was holding the doorknob, Lu Man said with difficulty: "You don't love me at all, do you?"
Jin Chengjun paused while holding the doorknob, turned his head slightly, looked at her slightly trembling body from the corner of his eye, and sneered.
Love? She is too naive
"Since you don't love me, why do you want to marry me? What do you want?" Lu Man said again, looking at him unblinkingly, as if trying to find the answer.
Jin Chengjun unscrewed the door lock, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and said coldly: "I'm afraid you can't bear that answer."
The tense string in Lu Man's heart suddenly broke. Watching the door open and close, and she was the only one left in the huge space, she couldn't help crying.
What did she do wrong? Why did it change so quickly?
Jin Chengjun listened to the crying coming from the room, his face showed nothing but indifference.
He walked towards the guest room. When passing by the study, he pursed his thin lips and walked in. He walked to the bookshelf behind the desk, took out a thick book on it and opened it.
In the center of the book, there was a photo. It was a beautiful girl, with long black and smooth hair hanging naturally. She smiled with curved eyebrows and two beautiful dimples on her lips. She was as pure and beautiful as an elf.
Jin Chengjun caressed the girl in the photo and murmured: "Qingqing, you can't wait any longer? Don't blame me, don't cry, you will be satisfied soon, and you will see that person like a beggar soon."
"miserable"
He pulled out the chair and sat down, looking at the person in the photo carefully. If Lu Man were here, he would be shocked by the tenderness in Jin Chengjun's eyes.