Rich and poisonous love: Husband, please love me

Facing those miniature black eyes shining with a deep cold light, her heart skipped a beat in shock.

It's over, he will never let himself go.

Knowing his evil nature too well, I don't know how he will punish her.

An uneasy heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The body tightened and waited for the punishment to come, but there was no movement after a long time.

Looking at him suspiciously, he saw his eyes falling on her blood-stained wrist.

Only then did she realize that her wrist was hurt badly, and the pain came slowly, but she didn't dare to move, because his deep eyes kept falling on her wrist, and she didn't know what he was thinking. .

Just when he was so nervous that he didn't even dare to take a breath, he put his fingers on his wrist and gently stroked away a trace of blood.

Such carefulness caused her heart to tremble slightly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Last night, when he bullied her, she didn't even cry.

Now, his gentle move made her cry.

His eyes kept falling on her deeply carved wrist, so deep that he couldn't see the bottom of his eyes.

I don't know what he will do next, whether to grab her wound and make her scream in pain, or to shake his hand away indifferently.

While feeling nervous, the quilt covering her body was thrown off abruptly, and suddenly, a gust of cold wind invaded her whole body, making her shiver from the cold.

In fact, it was more pain, because the cold wind invaded, and the scars left by last night were pierced with burning pain.

She wanted to grab back the quilt to cover Luo's skin exposed in the air, but her whole body was so painful that she could hardly move, she could only look at him sadly with her bright eyes.

Don't look, don't look. ． ． ． ． ．She wailed in her heart, it was a trace of shame.

"The paint on your body is so beautiful. I believe that you can be a mannequin without any makeup. The real one is much more interesting than the painted ones." His warm fingers slid across the scars, and he said leisurely with.

Is there such a brazen person in the world?

The instigator, but still said such cold-blooded sarcastic remarks.

Is he still human?

Calling him a devil is a compliment.

It is even more cruel and hateful than the devil.

She stared at him with hatred in her eyes. At this moment, if eyes could kill, she really wanted to cut him into pieces and get rid of this scourge.

"Ling Muze, you are not a human being, you made me like this, and you said such heartless words, if you dig out your heart, it will be black, oh, no, you have no heart, if you have a heart Even if it's dark, it won't be so cold-blooded." She yelled at him angrily, out of breath with excitement.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at her coldly.

Shui Xi was so angry that he didn't care how powerful he was, and stared at him angrily.

Anyway, she was already covered with scars, and she was not afraid that he would torture her with a few more scars.

"I thought that after last night's training/teaching, you would learn a lot, but you still don't understand. Acting impulsively, you haven't improved at all."

He despised her with the unteachable eyes of a child.

His cold words poured over her head like a basin of water, instantly clearing up her muddy mind a lot.

Tuning/teaching?Shouldn't he be doing this again?

Thinking of what happened to her in dire straits last night, she trembled in horror.

"Are you afraid?" He pinched her small chin with his fingers and raised it frivolously.

Facing his dark and deep eyes, she swallowed with difficulty, his thoughts were too deep, who knew what cruel things he would do if he didn't like his way.

In order to avoid more words and more mistakes, and more mistakes and more suffering, she simply clenched her lips and said nothing.

No matter what he said, she just turned a deaf ear to it.

She lowered her eyes and became soft, like a wild cat tamed by her master.

Knowing that she was afraid of what happened last night, he hooked his lips in satisfaction.

In fact, he has no bad taste in sm tuning/teaching, the punishment last night can be said to be child's play for real sm tuning/teaching, he didn't even use the props that sm used to.

However, in order to deter her, he still resorted to some means.

If she didn't dare to make her own claims, and dared not obey him obediently, he would definitely use whips, candles and other sm props.

What she said just now is not quite right, but it's not much different, he is a cold-blooded person.

If it wasn't for the fear that she would be too weak and become disabled by accident, he would never be soft-hearted.

Touching her head, she shrank back sensitively.

She is really afraid of him.

He hooked his lips again in satisfaction.

Ignoring her silent resistance, he stroked her head like petting a pet: "If you still have some brains, just remember the lesson from last night, be my pet obediently, and don't disobey me, otherwise, you will intensify the tone." /Teach you that you asked for it."

She is obviously a demon who eats people but doesn't spit out bones, but she acts like a bastard that you are to blame for everything, but it's none of his business, which really makes her feel so angry that she is about to suffocate internal injuries.

It's crazy to live with such a monster.

She wailed frantically from the bottom of her heart.

But I also know that it is useless to show off for a while at this time. Her disadvantaged situation will not change in the slightest, but new injuries will be added to old injuries, and her whole body will be completely useless.

What a horrible experience last night.

She didn't have the courage to do it again.

"Understood." Reluctantly, sadly, he replied in a low voice.

"Good." He patted her on the cheek, this action is entirely the owner's appreciation for the pet's satisfaction.

Being treated like a pet by him, I was so angry that I really wanted to bite off one of his fingers.

But a good girl doesn't suffer from immediate losses. As the saying goes, it's not too late for a girl to take revenge in ten years.

For now, she can only endure it.

Sigh~~~~(amp;gt;_amp;lt;)~~~~ The atmosphere became quiet, and even the sound of each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

As soon as she calmed down, she could always feel the oppressive feeling conveyed from him, even the air flow couldn't flow smoothly, and it was difficult to breathe.

He has an aura of self-importance, which is difficult to ignore, and can only be endured with a humble attitude.

Also because of the quiet atmosphere, she could clearly feel the blood on her wrist sliding down her arm.

I really want to get up and clean the wound, but I am so intimidated by his majesty that I dare not move.

I was flustered as to whether he would pounce on her like a beast, because his gaze had been fixed on her deeply.

The time with him is not short, and she understands what he will do next in every move he makes.

He stared at her so non-stop, didn't it mean that he wanted to fall in love with her.

It's really a vigorous stallion/horse, who has been viciously raped all night, and still has desire. I believe his stamina and demand for sex/love can break the Guinness Book of Records.

Just as she was secretly spurning him, she suddenly felt that the bed had sunk down. He didn't jump at her as expected, but got up, got off the bed without saying a word, put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

This made Monk Zhang Er puzzled, she clearly sensed his intention, could it be that she was thinking wrong?

Confused, I saw him walking in with a medicine box.

If she hadn't been lying down, she would have fainted at the impossibility.

The devil who takes pleasure in torturing her will heal her mercifully. The probability of this is like the national football team winning the World Cup.

However, this unbelievable thing just so clearly appeared in front of my eyes.

If it wasn't for the terrible pain in her wrist, she would definitely pinch herself hard.

Her eyes followed his figure until he sat down beside her. She still couldn't believe that such a high-ranking, self-righteous, cold-blooded person like him would personally heal someone's wounds.

"A person's eyes are so wide open, but they look like fish eyes." He said viciously.

"Ah~" Shui Xi blinked her eyes and opened her mouth wide.

"It's a big mouth, but it looks like a hippopotamus." He continued to sneer.

Shui Xi held back her mouth and closed it.

This bastard, it seems that if he hears good things from him, the national football team will definitely enter the World Cup.

He snorted coldly, stopped talking to her, and took out the cotton swabs and wound medicine from the medicine box.

However, seeing that her wrist was already stained red with blood, which looked extremely eye-catching, she became inexplicably irritable.

He gave her a cold look, got up with a big movement, and walked towards the bathroom.

baffling.

Shui Xi stared at his back unbearably. She didn't say a word, and she could upset him. It's wrong to say it, and it's wrong not to say it.

Being a woman is hard.

It is even more difficult to be Ling Muze's woman.

While thinking about it, he saw him walking to the edge of the bed with a wet towel and sitting down.

At this moment, Shui Xi also understood why he left that icy look inexplicably just now, it's probably because the young master was unhappy with serving the servants, and was in a depressed mood.

When she thought that he would also be depressed, she became happy, her depressed mood improved, and she felt a sense of revenge.

"You're stupid, why don't you laugh if you have nothing to do, and stretch out your hand." He ordered coldly.

"Oh!" She bent her raised lips and slowly stretched out a hand.

Although she moved very slowly and carefully, she still grinned in pain.

"Look at your virtue." He stared contemptuously at her distorted face from pain.

She couldn't help but retort: ​​"If I also tie you up like last night, and then tease/teach you like you tease/teach me, won't it hurt you?"

His handsome eyebrows raised coldly: "Do you still want to have the same treatment as last night?"

"No, don't." She shook her head tremblingly.

"Then don't try to talk back to me," he threatened.

"Oh!" He lowered his eyes in frustration.

He glanced at her and grabbed her wrist, she let out a low cry of pain, and couldn't help but relax her movements.

The towel pressed gently against her wrist.

It's not as cold as imagined, but warm and warm.

He actually carefully rubbed the towel with hot water, which made her look up at him in astonishment.

For a moment, I was shocked by his focused expression.

He lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the blood on her wrist with the towel. She could feel that the towel didn't even touch her wound, and she already wanted to see his devotion and hard work.