Rich and poisonous love: Husband, please love me

This is the first time she begged him with that kind of weak voice, just because his staring eyes like an eagle's deeply made her heart palpitate, and she was so nervous that he was going to kill him He ate it all.

The strong psychological pressure forced her to be soft.

A certain string in my heart was faintly pulled, and all the irritability and entanglement were soothed by her pleading.

Sighing, he bent down and buried her in the crescent of her neck, smelling the faint feminine fragrance emanating from her body.

The smell was very fresh, without any scent of perfume, which made him feel inexplicably comfortable. He rubbed his cheek against her neck involuntarily, like a child absorbing the warmth of his mother.

His inexplicable action shocked her so much that she didn't dare to move, her nerves were tense.

The atmosphere is so calm that even the sound of breathing can be heard clearly, and even the sound of heartbeat can be heard.

His head was always leaning against her neck, and when her nerves were about to burst, he raised his head.

Suddenly meeting his deep and dark black eyes, those attractive and deep-set handsome eyes, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her face blushed for no reason.

Her blushing cheeks were like light red wine. He looked at her in a daze, and pulled her across to nibble on her cheek.

Shui Xi's heart skipped a beat when he was startled by his sudden action, thinking that he was acting like a beast and wanted to hook her overlord hard, but unexpectedly he let go of her, stood up, and walked out of the bedroom tall and straight.

Wearing a purple nightgown, his back looks as masculine as possible. Shui Xi was completely bewitched and stared at his straight and strong back.

It is undeniable that this man's appearance, figure, and family background are really the best among the best, except for his character.

It wasn't until he walked in with a box of medicine boxes that she recovered from the daze, and then opened her eyes wide in shock.

Does this man have to bandage himself?

As soon as this thought popped up, her blood boiled all over her body.

She touched her forehead in disbelief, wondering if she had a fever caused by a wound infection and had hallucinations.

She didn't accept the fact that he wanted to heal herself until he sat beside her, opened the medicine box, and saw him coldly taking out cotton swabs, potions, ointments and other items with a handsome face.

Flattered, four words flowed repeatedly in her mind.

She would rather believe that the sun rises in the west than that Ling Muze will let her go softly and even heal her.

But everything in front of him clearly showed that it was not an illusion.

She sat there in a daze, he treated her badly and molested her, she could resist and struggle, but he healed her wounds, she didn't know how to face him.

But the problem is, he clearly wanted to heal her, but the cold and stinky face he put on really shocked and frightened her.

What is the intention of this president of Ling Da to come out of nowhere?

At this moment, she hoped that Ling Muze would leave her alone. The current situation is indeed weird and terrifying.

He was close at hand, and the powerful aura surrounded her tightly, and she even became cautious when breathing.

He applied the ointment on the cotton swab with a gloomy expression, watching Shui Xi break out in cold sweat, his expression did not intend to apply the ointment for her at all, it was more like murdering her.

After grabbing her bruised hand, he was about to apply it on her arm with a cotton swab with a grim face. Because his hands were heavy, Shui Xi gasped in pain.

He doesn't distinguish between serious and serious, obviously he hasn't done this kind of thing for others.

Thinking that it might be the first time he applied medicine to a woman, her heart couldn't help but feel a little sweet, and his previous bad behavior was temporarily forgotten.

Suddenly, his cotton swab pressed hard against her wound, and she cried out in pain: "Ah! Ling Muze, are you healing me or are you trying to hurt me?"

I couldn't help complaining in my tone, that blow was too heavy.

"This young master is merciful to heal your wounds. What kind of god are you? You want to die!" He glared at her angrily.

Asshole, the handsome guy stared at her so damn good-looking, she was in so much pain.

"Could it be that I have to keep staring at you?" She retorted in a hoarse voice, her cheeks flushed when she thought of why she had just left.

"It's a must!" he asserted.

"Why?" she wondered.

"Because it's rare for me to heal a woman with great mercy. You must witness the whole process with a very devout and grateful attitude, and keep this kindness firmly in your heart." He took it for granted.

For his brazen thoughts, she completely admired him: "It seems that I will be hurt, and it is thanks to you!"

He raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Who told you not to take off your clothes obediently and serve me with her? awful!"

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

I thought that he was healing her all of a sudden, and his nerves changed by mistake, but it turned out that he was still vicious.

"I'm not a puppet doll without perception. I must obey what you say." She thought for a while and finally plucked up the courage to say.

Ling Muze's current breath is very stable, making her feel that he will not hurt her for the time being, which makes her more courageous. There is no reason for this feeling, and she doesn't know why.

He smiled and said, "You are not a puppet, you are just my toy. You can disobey if you are not afraid of the consequences."

He was obviously smiling, but his coldness made people tremble with fear.

She knew very well that she had no irresistibility with him, so she no longer refuted, anyway, she was the one who refuted and refuted and lost the wind.

Suddenly, she thought of one thing.

"Why do you want to heal me?"

He calmly said the words that made her spurt blood: "If you leave ugly scars like centipedes on your body, not to mention the bad touch, it will also reduce my xing/yu towards you!"

Being able to take such obscene words for granted really made Shui Xi feel ashamed.

There was an indescribable loss in my heart, and it turned out that it was for this reason that he healed himself.

Just when she lowered her eyes and felt a little bitter, there was a trace of coolness from the corner of her lips. When she looked up, she saw him with his deep eyes, focused on cleaning the wound on her lips.

She froze there as if by magic, looking at his serious expression with wide-open eyes.

This was the first time she had observed him so closely.

His eyebrows are full, his eyes are as bright as black jade, the bridge of his nose is high and clear, his lips are moderately thick, moist and crystal clear, his facial features are perfect without a single blemish, and his overall appearance is like a peerless handsome man carefully drawn with a brush. Rare few times.

The whole face is like a wax figure carved from jade carved in ancient Greece. It is so handsome. Under the bright light, it seems to be coated with a layer of brilliant light.

Generally speaking, one sentence: awesome people don't pay for their lives.

Looking down from his resolute chin, you can see a smooth and smooth neck, and looking down from the neck, you can see a wide-open nightgown, revealing a clear-cut chest. The perfect texture reveals his familiar masculinity. People can't help but imagine how hot the temperature will be when the hands stick to it. ． ． ． ． ． "Wipe the nosebleed." A magnetic and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and she jumped up from the bed in shock, her head touched his firm chin, and she let out a muffled groan in pain.

Feeling the warm liquid coming out of her nose, she raised her hand to wipe it in a panic. Seeing the blood on her hand, her face suddenly became redder than the blood.

Thinking of how her nose bleeds when she watched him, she really wanted to be completely invisible, so as not to let him see her embarrassing appearance.

Mommy, what a shame.

He couldn't help laughing at her panicked look, her cheeks flushed.

Heaven, earth, his inner laughter is simply turning all living beings upside down, shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods.

Shui Xi felt dizzy and almost fainted.

This man is simply a monster, no, no, disaster.

What a disaster.

Realizing that he actually smiled from the bottom of his heart, his face darkened suddenly.

Since Xia Ruxue went abroad, he rarely showed a smile, even if he occasionally smiled, it was far-fetched and false.

He thought he couldn't laugh anymore, but he was infected by her disrespect, and he couldn't help laughing.

"That...you don't always have to put on a cold face, you will definitely fascinate more women when you smile!" Completely bewildered by his smile, she uttered such a sentence out of nowhere.

After belatedly understanding what she said, she was so embarrassed that she really wanted to dig a hole to get in, and then thought that this was an apartment, and she immediately froze there with an embarrassing expression.

I thought he would be angry because of his thoughtless words, but he sat silently on the bed, his brows furrowed, and he looked at her deeply.

The corners of his eyes are slightly lifted up, his pupils are deep and dark, just looking at you like this, he hesitates to speak, there is a lot of content in it, which makes people unpredictable, but it is fascinating.

She stood there, the aura around him was too strong, she dared not approach him.

"Come here!" He said lightly, listen carefully, he was a little bit gentler than before, just a little bit.

She hesitated there, unable to figure out what he was going to do to her, she dared not go over.

"Ah~~" He grabbed her wrist and pulled it hard, and instantly fell upside down on the bed, falling on his body under inertia, and her fiery chest made her jump aside as quickly as if she was being shocked by an electric shock.

"Be quiet!" He yelled coldly, put his hands on her head, and began to use a cotton swab to paint the scars on her neck.

She froze and didn't dare to move.

His movements were much gentler than before, leaning closer to him, daubing it carefully little by little, the movements were surprisingly gentle.

His elegant breath lingered in his nose, it smelled very good, with a familiar masculine scent.

It turned out that he was very familiar with the movement of bruising people.

I don't know who else he has rubbed his wounds so tenderly for?

Inexplicably, her nose was sour, and she almost shed tears.