Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"I don't want your help." Su Lian's voice trembled: "let her go."

She looked down on that woman, but she didn't want anyone to die for her, especially in that way.

The man stared at her little face, and then smiled gently: "let her go. You can do what she doesn't do in the future!"

Su Lian has a good background and is a little lofty. How could she be willing to do such a thing?

She wore a frown, with a hint of stubbornness.

The man stared at her, sneered and said, "in less than an hour, people will die."

Su Lian's face was cold: "it has nothing to do with me."

He looked at her and smiled softly: "really, then you just watch her die and throw it into the sea to feed the fish tomorrow."

Su Lian's body trembled, but she bit her small mouth and kept silent.

The man sneered and didn't say anything. He went directly to the bathroom to take a bath.

Su Lian stood there and heard a terrible voice not far away. She was afraid and couldn't help holding her hand, but she still felt very cold, as if something came from a distant place.

It seems to be the sound of death.

She was so frightened that she ran into the bathroom almost without thinking.

The man was wearing a mask and half lying in the warm water of the bathtub. He looked very relaxed.

It seems that he guessed her coming. His voice was faint: "come here."

She held her injured hand and stood at the door of the bathroom. She looked at him.

But she couldn't see through him.

He wore a mask on his face.

His eyes never reveal half of his emotions.

Su Lian's back was against the wall. She looked at him weakly, with tears and unwilling to give in in in the corners of her eyes.

Later, Su Lian recalled this night. She was a little incredible. How could she be so silly and sweet? This is probably the beginning of the end of innocence.

She stood there, her voice calling like a kitten, "let her go."

Still shaking uncontrollably, still afraid.

The man closed his eyes and said quietly, "come here."

Su Lian didn't want to, but she walked slowly. She stood at the edge of the bathtub at a loss.

She didn't know what to do, and she didn't know how those women served her.

She hung her head, was wearing white pajamas, her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her face looked white in the light.

The man opened his eyes slightly. The dark eyes locked her in the light and looked at all her beautiful things, including the burning wound of the cigarette end on the back of her hand.

His eyes focused on it for about ten seconds, and then he said, "don't you hate her?"

She nodded and then remained silent.

The man's eyes looked deep under the mask. For a long time, his voice was light dumb and said, "come here."

She was stunned.

"Aren't you waiting on me?" He was still cold, his eyes staring at her, as if to see her fragile collapse.

She winced, and then he caught her wrist.

She struggled, he held her firmly, his black eyes still locked her, and firmly dragged her to him. In the whirling of heaven and earth, she had to lie in his arms, and her lips were just in the position of his heart.

Her lips were slightly cold, and his body was very hot. She instinctively wanted to escape.

But the palm of his hand held her back, pressed it against her, and the other hand picked up her chin and looked at her carefully.