Dear Mr. Shi

This faceless and skinless man is really self-willed. He takes her for a while, gets divorced for a while, stays alive for a while, brutalizes her for a while, and is so gentle for a while.

Is he using the stick and candy policy for her?

Tears rolled in his eyes, Song Qinghuan bit his lip, "Shi Yuhan, have I ever said, don't be so gentle to me!"

She raised her head, and then stared at him angrily, "If we are destined to be divorced and destined to be separated, then I hope you can be more cruel!"

Tears fell on the floor one by one, "Good for you, I am not rare at all."

"Why are you not rare?" Shi Yuhan curled his lips, smiled deeply in his eyes, raised his hand, and gently wiped her tears, "You think I can't tell, Song Qinghuan, you love me, you love me terribly!"

"You..." Song Qinghuan became angry, shaking with shame all over.

How dare he say to her so rightly and confidently...she loves him?

She doesn't love him, how could she love him...

"Huan'er, I told you about divorce. You are angry, I know." Shi Yuhan kissed her slightly trembling lips again, "You don't want a divorce, I thought about it before, but I didn't Thinking of you directly..."

Song Qinghuan interrupted him, choked up and said: "Who said I don't want to get divorced, I want to leave!"

Shi Yuhan said softly: "You are talking angry now, I know, but it doesn't matter. You are up to you what you want. If you really want to get a divorce, then get a divorce. As long as you come back to me in the end, you want Anyway, it’s okay."

Song Qinghuan was even more speechless. Why is this man so arrogant and dare to say such things?

If she really separated from him, she would never return to him, no matter what.

But now, he said this, as if she was just playing reserved, just holding the air, just hypocritical.

No, she is not, she is not!

Song Qinghuan was very angry. He raised his leg and kicked Shi to protect him from the cold, and pushed him away: "Shi protects against the cold, don't be arrogant, I don't love you, I hate you, I hate you most!"

She was really embarrassed, anxious and embarrassed, so angry, but she felt wronged to the point.

As soon as he pushed it aside, Song Qinghuan turned around and wanted to open the bathroom door to get out, but he held her hands tightly with a pair of big hands, and then pulled her from behind and hugged her into his arms.

"Shi Yuhan, stop making trouble!" Song Qinghuan struggled, but couldn't get away.

So, she put her hands and feet together, thumping, kicking and biting against Shi's cold, but Shi's cold was behind, none of this was of any use to him.

Shi Yuhan hugged her tightly, kissed her from behind, and kissed hard, saying that it was a kiss, rather than biting each other fiercely. The lips were bitten and the blood flowed down.

Hearing Song Qinghuan’s painful sound, Shi Yuhan let go of her, “It’s not that I don’t make trouble, it’s you.”

Song Qinghuan glared at him angrily, her chest rising and falling quickly because of the blow, "I hate you even more if you are like this!"

Shi Yuhan stared at her closely, curling her lips with a solemn and arrogant aura: "So, then I hate it even more."

As he said, he pressed Song Qinghuan directly on the bathroom door and pulled off her pants. When there were no obstacles, he pierced in directly from behind.

"Hmm!" Song Qinghuan was particularly impatient, twisting desperately.