Rich and poisonous love: Husband, please love me

Although it was because of him that she was hurt, but facing his gentle and careful treatment, she still couldn't remain indifferent.

A part of my heart becomes soft with every gentle touch, as if it will soften into water in the next second.

He is serious and focused, his facial features don't look as cold and resolute as usual, but have a kind of affinity that attracts people to approach, and the profile of Leng Jun also looks much softer, with a kind of ecstatic beauty.

She couldn't help but look crazy.

I've seen him who was indifferent and aggressive, and his face smelled like someone killed his whole family, but suddenly facing him who was so gentle, his heartbeat lost frequency.

After wiping one wrist, the towel was already blood red, as if it had been dyed.

He frowned and looked at the blood-red towel, feeling the gaze on his body, he looked up, and saw her looking at him obsessively.

"Nympho." He snorted coldly.

Shui Xi came back to her senses, seeing that she had lost her mind looking at him, her cheeks blushed in embarrassment, and she couldn't refute a word, after all, she was indeed fascinated by his serious appearance just now.

It terrified her to think that she felt more and more special about him.

Could it be that he fell in love with this demon?

No, no, she will not fall in love with him.

He looks very good, I believe there is no woman who will not be tempted when facing him, she is a normal woman, it is normal to be fascinated by his outstanding appearance for a while.

She comforted herself constantly.

Shaking his head at her stupid look, he got up and walked to the bathroom with the towel.

When I came back, it was a clean white towel.

Sitting next to her, he ordered again in an unhappy tone: "Extend the other hand."

She obediently stretched out her unwiped hand.

This time, he didn't pull her wrist forcefully, but leaned closer to her, and carefully touched the blood with the towel, trying not to touch the wound.

When he was ruthless, women would already be fascinated by him to death. If he was so gentle, women would be so obsessed and unable to extricate themselves that they would be willing to give him their heart and soul.

Shui Xi is nothing more than a woman, and she cannot resist the tenderness of Ling Damei's man.

Abandoning all grievances again, being infected by his gentleness again, Wang's eyes would pop out.

"Ling Muze, don't be so gentle to me, okay?" Without thinking about it, this sentence blurted out in a shocking way.

She was also taken aback by the words she said suddenly.

Is she showing off her brain?Or is the brain wrong?How can you say such an idiot?

Words spoken are like water poured out, which cannot be taken back.

She looked at him anxiously.

I don't know how he will react to her words.

How could she say such stupid things?

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, but he refused to admit that he was afraid that his gentleness would make her fall.

During the daydream, there was a severe pain in her wrist, and it was he who pressed the towel hard on her wound.

The blood that had just been wiped off seeped out again. With such a heavy pressure, the wound opened even more, and the blood flowed even more, dripping directly onto the bed sheet.

"Ah, it hurts so much." She cried out in pain and glared at him angrily: "Ling Muze, why are you hitting so hard?"

"It was you who told me not to be so gentle with you. I just fulfilled your wish." He said with no expression on his face.

"You..." I was speechless at the loss.

Looking down at the bed sheet dripped with blood, she said with a mournful face, "You don't want me to pay for the bed sheet, do you?"

"What do you think?" He asked coldly.

"All of this is thanks to you, and you want me to compensate you, isn't it too much?" The atmosphere that had finally become harmonious suddenly broke down.

"Excessive? There is no excessive in my dictionary, let alone reasonable, because I am reasonable." He said arrogantly.

"You, you..." She was angry, facing such an arrogant, selfish, evil and cold-blooded guy, she could only be bullied.

"Let's not talk about anything else, what kind of party is held in my apartment, plus two bottles of famous wine, no, three bottles (I used one bottle when flirting last night), and these sheets and quilts. You can’t even pay me back if you are a cow or a horse.” He counted her debts one by one.

"You, what do you want?" She said in surprise.

He smiled coldly and said meaningfully: "Apart from you, you have no other use..."

"You, what on earth do you want?" She was terrified with such calculating eyes, because every time he showed such a smile, she would be in trouble.

"Look at you." He patted her pale cheek: "As long as you obediently be my pet, don't disobey me, go against my will, and make me angry, I won't do anything to you."

"How long is that deadline?" She swallowed nervously.

"Look at my interest in you. One day I will have a new pet. If I don't want to play with you anymore, you will be liberated." He rubbed her head in a good mood, with an expression clearly proud of having a pet he loves.

It's bad and good to be treated like a pet.

However, when I heard the words "new pet", I felt even more indescribably bored and sad.

Thinking that she is like a pet raised by the owner, one day the owner is unhappy, or has a new pet, she will be abandoned, which makes her nose sore and uncomfortable.

She doesn't want to be a pet, she's a human, okay?

But in front of the dogmatic him, is begging useful?Do protests work?

"Oh~" All the sadness, unwillingness, and pain turned into sighs of compromise.

In front of the strong, the weak cannot speak.

"So cute." He patted her head, which was a reward for obedient pets.

I really want to wave his hand away, but I am exhausted and don't want to provoke him anymore.

Seeing that she was silent and lowered his eyes, he picked up the potion carelessly, unscrewed the bottle cap of the potion, dipped the potion on a cotton swab, and carefully applied it to the dark red marks.

The scorching pain instantly spread to the limbs, piercing pain, tingling pain, numb pain and all kinds of pain intertwined together, connected to the nerves, it was almost fatal.

"Please, be gentle," she begged tearfully.

"It's already very light, bear with it."

Although the tone was very cold, he applied it more carefully than before.

And that kind of skin-piercing burning pain will not subside just because of being careful, it is still so painful that even the nerves are about to be knotted.

Seeing tears in her painful eyes, her small face wrinkled into a ball, her heart ached for no reason, and she felt deeply as if he was also experiencing her pain.

Unexpectedly, he breathed lightly on her wound.

In an instant, the warm breath drove away a little pain, bringing a little bit of coolness, and the pain was greatly reduced.

"Is this better?" he asked in a low voice.

The gentle greetings and gentle eyes interweaved into a dense maze, capturing all of her mind in an instant.

She was so dizzy that she almost couldn't breathe.

If the ruthless Lingling Muze is Mandala, the darkness is dark and unapproachable, but it is still a dangerous trap to be seduced by its magnificent appearance.

Then, the gentle man is Poppy, who is illuminated by the sun every day and has a deceptively gorgeous appearance, but is a fatal attraction that pulls people to hell.

Obviously, he is more terrifying when he is gentle than when he is cold.

She can resist the cold him, and can squeeze out a sliver of reason to resist his radiant charm, but she can't resist the gentle him. Such unexpected tenderness can easily make her forget all her worries, and obediently catch him.

"You like me?" the voice said softly.

She shuddered: "What are you talking about?" The voice was extremely unnatural, obviously flustered.

"I said you like me." He reiterated coldly.

That tone was full of confidence and pride.

That's right, he, who is sought after by thousands of women, is naturally supercilious, and all women should bow down under his suit pants.

She smiled bitterly: "Did anyone say you are narcissistic?"

"The person who said narcissism must be hypocritical." He dropped this sentence arrogantly.

Shui Xi couldn't help laughing: "Haha, hahahahaha..."

"Bai Shuixi..." He lowered his voice as a warning.

Knowing that he would be punished if she offended him, she suppressed her laughter. However, thinking of how arrogant he was, she still couldn't help laughing.

Seeing her smiling so happily, a cold light flashed in Mo Mo's eyes, and the cotton swab pressed hard against her wound.

"Ah!" She cried out in pain, unable to laugh anymore.

"Laugh again, if you don't feel the pain enough." He threatened coldly.

demon.She cursed secretly, but never uttered another word, she didn't want to lose her hand.

The way they get along with each other has always been turbulent, even if it finally calms down for a while, there will be waves after a while, and it will intensify.

Could it be that the horoscope does not match?Shui Xi thought depressingly.

Seeing her stupid expression again, he knocked her on the head disapprovingly: "What are you thinking?"

"No, it's nothing." He quickly denied it. If he knew what she was thinking, he might be angry again.

He snorted coldly, dipped a cotton swab with some medicine, and continued to apply the wound, but he was no longer as cautious as before, and the painful Shui Xi kept sucking in air.

"Easy, lighten up." She begged tearfully, it really hurt her to death.

He glanced at her, and indifferently continued to smear just now without tenderness.

"Ling Muze, can you apply it carefully like you did just now, and then blow it out?" She couldn't help but give her advice, because the pain would be relieved a lot that way.

He stopped smearing, and stared at her coldly: "Bai Shuixi, do you have any face?"

"What, what?" She blinked innocently.

"Healing your wounds is already the greatest kindness, and I also showed mercy just now. It was you who talked so much nonsense and disturbed my mood. You are to blame for everything. Do you still have the face to ask? ’ he said slowly.

"I..." Shui Xi was completely at a loss for words, because what he said was completely correct, it was indeed the case.