Ever since she knelt in the snow one night three years ago, she had developed this problem. Whenever it rained or clouded, she would always be in pain and unable to sleep.
He Yining got up and found the warmer, plugged in the electricity and applied it on his knees. As the temperature rose, the pain in the joints gradually eased.
She huddled under the quilt and looked at the other side of the room. It was a room with a main bedroom and a second bedroom. She usually slept in the second bedroom, and the man she had been married to for three years slept in the master bedroom.
For three years, he didn't touch her, as if she was just a decoration for him to marry, no, a servant.
"He Yining, are you a pig? Are you deaf or blind? Didn't I tell you to wake me up at five o'clock?"
With a violent roar, the door of the master bedroom opened wide, and a naked man rushed out like a leopard.
He Yining trembled with fright and hurriedly grabbed the cell phone beside the pillow.
Oh, damn, why did I forget to save the alarm clock again?
"He Yining, are you dead?" The man's furious voice came again.
She wasn't dead, but she was almost scared to death.
He Yining had long been accustomed to his violent temper. She climbed out of the bed as soon as the quilt was lifted. As soon as her toes touched the ground, the pain in her knees made her groan. She reluctantly held on to the head of the bed to stand still.
it hurts.
She gritted her teeth, resisted the pain in her knees, and limped to the master bedroom. If she was a step too late, the man might hit her.
He has a serious case of getting out of bed, which is particularly outrageous.
Ping ping ping pong!
There was the sound of smashing things in the bedroom, and He Yining stepped in. A blue and white porcelain vase from the Ming Dynasty exploded at her feet, and Bai Huahua's body was broken into pieces everywhere.
He stood there, with a sinister expression between his brows, his lean upper body naked, not hiding his sexy figure, and a pair of narrow, ferocious eyes looking at her coldly.
"I'm sorry, the alarm clock may be broken." She tried not to let her eyes fall on his charming figure. She carefully stepped over the debris and walked to the cloakroom. She took out a black shirt and asked him, "Wear this."
May I?"
"I'm not going to the funeral!" He glared at her angrily.
Can I only wear black when attending funerals? Then when he usually wears black, I don’t see him going to cemeteries.
He was deliberately trying to find fault, she understood.
"How about wearing something white?" She took out another white shirt.
"You only wear white when you are in mourning. Why, Yi Ning, can't you be discerning?"
She has no vision. If she had vision, would she still marry him?
"You pick, which one do you want?" She simply opened the cabinet door wide, and rows of clothes of different colors and styles were neatly displayed in front of her.
He frowned, showing dissatisfaction, "I raise you for nothing? Do you still need me to do such a small thing?"
He Yining turned her back to him, her beautiful eyes slightly lowered, and her fists at her side slowly clenched.
Facing his unreasonable troubles, she could do nothing but endure.
She took a deep breath, tried to keep her expression calm, and finally chose a light gray casual suit paired with a matching v-neck shirt.
He glanced coldly and finally stopped being picky.
He raised his long arms and gave an overbearing command, "Change on."
"oh."
He Yining walked over with her clothes in her arms, and as she got closer to him, she could smell the faint scent of shower gel on his body, mixed with the unique male scent, which made her ears flush unnaturally.
I have raised my gaze as high as possible, but I can still see his strong wheat-colored chest, and there is a fist-sized cheetah tattooed under his left shoulder, which is as arrogant and domineering as him.