The newlyweds, who were getting married tomorrow, had no smiles on their faces, only solemn sadness.
Seeing Nangong Han propose to Xiang Yimo with his own eyes, this scene hurt Chu Zhanjin.
Once upon a time, he imagined the scenarios of proposing to her over and over again in his mind, some were novel, some were romantic, some were simple, but he never expected that it would be like this, and the hero was not him.
He was almost going crazy with jealousy, and he was a little drunk, but consequentially confessed his love to Xiang Yimo, hoping to seize the last chance, but now, everything was in vain.
Chu Zhanjin lowered his head and looked at himself. He could still smell the fresh and elegant scent of Xiang Yimo, but it was floating in the air, getting lighter and lighter.
When Masako looked up, she saw that his eyes were unfocused and in a trance. He must have been thinking about that woman again. There was a sad smile on her lips. As long as this person was by her side, what else could she ask for?
"My stomach hurts!" In order to arouse his concern, Masako used her cleverness to play a little trick.
"What's wrong with you?" Chu Zhanjin came back to his senses.
"I had fetal pressure before, and the doctor told me not to move around much." Masako raised his arms around his neck, "So, you hug me!"
Without saying a word, Chu Zhanjin bent down and picked her up, "In this case, you should pay attention to getting more rest!"
Masako buried her face in his arms, smelling the aroma of wine on his body, which was so beautiful that it was intoxicating. Although she could not have his heart, at least she still had this warm embrace, and the self-deceptive smile slowly melted at the corners of her mouth.
Opening the door, listening to his strong heartbeat, Masako was already sleeping peacefully just from the small garden to the parking lot.
Because she knew that after tonight, and every night in the future, she would sleep peacefully in this arms.
"Tsk--" Suddenly there was a sudden brake, and the car suddenly stopped.
A layer of frost condensed on Nangong Han's dark face. As long as you stayed next to him, you could feel the chill radiating from his body. He stepped out of the car.
Xiang Yimo was filled with anger and sat motionless in the car.
Suddenly, the passenger door was opened by Nangong Han, "Get out of the car!" He ordered sternly.
"Humph!" Xiang Yimo groaned, rolled his eyes at him, and turned his head to the other side.
"Are you deaf? Or are your legs broken? I don't want to repeat it a second time!"
"My ears are not deaf! My legs are not numb! I just don't want to get out of the car, what's wrong!" Xiang Yimo turned her eyes away, ignoring his presence, and said to the air. If she saw the sudden cold anger in Nangong Han's eyes, she would probably
I don't have the courage to say such provocative words to him.
"What's wrong?" Nangong Han raised his voice and narrowed his eyes, "You've pissed me off!" He bent down and directly carried Xiang Yimo on his shoulders, striding into the machifu.
Xiang Yimo kept kicking his feet and beating his back with his hands, "Put me down. I have feet and I can walk by myself..."
"Don't you want to leave?"
"If you let go, it won't be good if others see you!"
"Everyone here knows that you are my wife!" Does this mean that he can legitimately molest her?
Nangong Han walked quickly, no matter how hard Xiang Yimo struggled, he would not let her down.
"Brush—" The wooden door was moved away, and the thin layer of paper on it made a squeaking sound because Nangong Han's strength was directed at it.
Although Nangong Han was furious, he did not lose his reason. He bent down and placed Xiang Yimo on the tatami.
Xiang Yimo ignored him and straightened his messy hair.
"How else do you want to explain it in clever words?"
"No more explanation!" Xiang Yimo gritted his teeth and said, "In your eyes, explanation is just a cover-up! Why should I waste my time?"
"It turns out that I am in your heart, and there is no need to explain!"
Xiang Yimo sighed helplessly, "I don't want to argue with you on this topic. If you don't even have this trust, if you feel regretful, then you can take the ring back!" She raised her hand,
Stretching towards him, "Then take it off!"
She said it so casually, as if she was playing house.
Cold eyes, as dark as midnight, eerie and strange.
Xiang Yimo's words suddenly aroused the raging fire in his eyes, which was sharper than poisonous snakes and colder than ice. He raised his thin lips, outlined an extremely cold arc, and grabbed Xiang Yimo's delicate hands.
, "Chu Zhanjin hugged you, and you regretted it so quickly?"
The rough palm touched the ring on her middle finger, and her fingers suddenly trembled and clenched into a fist.
Although she said it coolly, she was still very reluctant to let it go when it really had to be taken off.
Nangong Han suddenly let go of the ring, held her hand tightly, and intertwined their fingers. Only she deserved to have this ring, how could he be willing to take it off?
With a loud voice, Xiang Yimo was immediately knocked down——
The cold thin lips kissed Xiang Yimo heavily with anger, rubbing hard, biting, and sucking...
"Ugh..." Xiang Yimo pursed his lips, dodging left and right, trying to avoid his kiss, but he immediately pressed in, like a crocodile. Once it bites its prey, no matter how hard it struggles, it will die.
Don't let go until all your strength is exhausted, until you are dying, and you can only compromise.
The rough kiss contained no trace of pity, and he nibbled randomly. Seeing her frowning and forbearing, he felt a little relieved. Xiang Yimo felt a burning pain coming from his lips, hot and
swell.
A bitter taste spread on the tip of his nose, and Xiang Yimo still bit his mouth tightly, no matter how hard he pried it with the tip of his tongue.
The passionate and frenzied kisses gradually moved down, like a red-hot iron, one by one, they were printed on her cheeks, neck, collarbone... Finally, they landed on her shoulders.
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Nangong Han's deep black eyes, like the sharp edge of a sword when it was unsheathed, and he suddenly bit it down!
"Well..." The sharp pain made Xiang Yimo gasp.
The tip of his tongue circled the teeth marks, licking away the irony blood bit by bit.
Xiang Yimo pushed him, "Nangong Han, don't be like this..."
"What?" He grabbed her evening gown and pulled hard, and the sound of fabric bursting suddenly sounded in the air, "Is that so?"
His eyes were colder than a thousand-year-old ice pool, and Xiang Yimo didn't dare to look directly at them.