Although Su Yisheng had forgotten her and made her wait for four years, her heart was so occupied by him that she still shouted his name when she was confused and infatuated.
She was lying under him, but she was calling other men's names. What an insult to a man!
At the moment when Nangong Han was about to invade her body, when he heard the tender call, his whole body froze, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, from head to toe. The fire of desire was extinguished and a raging passion was ignited.
Angry, venomous and cold eyes pierced Xiang Yimo and strangled her neck, "Who is this man? How many men do you have!"
He has heard her call this name more than once. Who is it that makes her miss him so much?
The cool breeze quietly poured in from a crack in the window, lifting the thin window screen, allowing the clear moonlight to flow in...
"Cough! Cough! Cough!" A sharp pain came from his throat, and Xiang Yimo coughed violently. He opened his moist eyes, glowing under the moonlight, and looked into the eagle's black eyes.
, she rolled her eyes at him sullenly, "You...you're sick again?" The words were forced out of her throat with difficulty.
"Don't think of my tolerance as your shameless capital! I'm married to a wife, not a slut who goes around flirting with others. No matter how coquettish you are, you have to be patient with me. When we get divorced, what do you want?"
It doesn’t matter how many men there are.”
When Xiang Yimo heard his sharp insults, tears burst out of her eyes. She bit her lip and shouted angrily: "Yes! He is my man, and the love of my life. We agreed to stay together for the rest of our lives.
He promised to give me a perfect wedding and a warm home, but..." Her hoarse voice gradually weakened, and her throat was almost bleeding. As she spoke, the pain became severe, "But he broke his promise and abandoned me.
Go. Actually, I don’t need a romantic wedding or a luxurious house. I just want him to stay by my side and have a warm embrace to rely on when I fall tired..."
Nangong Han's generous and strong palms released her neck and sneered, "Only a stupid woman will believe in a man's promise, and she is a man who has nothing."
Xiang Yimo shed tears silently, like fine raindrops, silently and said decisively: "I have no regrets."
"Where is that scumbag?" Out of man's dignity, Nangong Hanfei found him and beat him up.
Xiang Yimo closed her eyes leisurely, "Dead, died four years ago." Her Su Yisheng would never come back, and Xiang Yimo herself didn't know what was going on, so she would tell him about it.