The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

Yuan Yao got off the bed, walked in front of him, and looked straight into his eyes, "You won't let me go, and you don't want to see me, so what do you want? Let me stay here alone for the rest of my life? "

"..."

Ning Zhao didn't speak, but just stared at her persistently.

There is no intention of giving in.

Yuan Yao looked at him in a desperate manner, and sighed from the bottom of her heart.

She took the initiative to hold Ning Zhao's hand, and said softly, "Ning Zhao, I don't like him, didn't I tell you?"

Ning Zhao held her hand in the palm of his hand, but pulled his lips slightly mockingly, "Do you think I believe it?"

Yuan Yao laughed angrily.

She glared at him and nodded, "Okay, then you can pretend that I like him."

After speaking, he shook off his hand and walked back.

But he was caught back immediately.

He hugged her tightly, his chest heaved, his tone was stiff, but stubborn, "Don't like him."

Yuan Yao: "..."

Yuan Yao never knew that Ning Zhao could be so twisted.

She was a little helpless, and said in a muffled voice, "How can you believe that I don't like him?"

Ning Zhao was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse than before, "Kiss me."

Yuan Yao froze for a moment, then raised her head to look at him.

Ning Zhao met her gaze, curled his lips slightly, and sneered, "Why, don't you want to? Then why do you make me believe..."

Before he could finish speaking, he froze suddenly.

On the lips is a cloud-like touch.

Yuan Yao's lips stuck to his lips, stayed for three seconds, and then moved back slightly.

She licked her lips and looked at him with bright eyes, "Is it all right?"

"..."

Ning Zhao's eyes fell on her ruddy lips, and the throat knuckle rolled slightly.

After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "... not enough."

Then, before Yuan Yao could react, she suddenly lowered her head, kissed her fiercely, and at the same time pressed her body towards her with both arms.

His kiss was too fierce, but so jerky and out of order, Yuan Yao only felt that her lips were numb and her waist was going to be broken.

Her whole face was flushed, and she kept patting him, whimpering came from between her teeth, "Ning Zhao...I...can't...breathe..."

Ning Zhao was stunned for a moment, and quickly let go of her.

Yuan Yao lay in his arms, panting heavily.

While helping her calm down, Ning Zhao looked at her worriedly, with a guilty expression on his face, "Are you all right? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Yuan Yao: "..."

Yuan Yao glared at him and said angrily, "...No need!"

If she really called the doctor over because of this, she wouldn't have to see anyone in the future!

Ning Zhao closed his mouth.

After Yuan Yao's breathing calmed down, he carried her back to the bed, and then he untied and took off the outer robe, ready to go to bed.

Seeing his series of actions, Yuan Yao immediately stretched out her hand to block him, "Wait a minute!"

Ning Zhao paused, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Yao blinked, pretending to be surprised, "You want to sleep here too?"

Ning Zhao was silent for a while, held her hand on his chest, and then reminded her in an unclear tone, "We are husband and wife... As I said, I will not get along."

"Oh?" Yuan Yao frowned slightly, as if desperately remembering, and then asked with a fake smile, "But why don't I have the impression of our marriage at all?"

Ning Zhao tightened her hand involuntarily.