Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

"Very good!"

Looking at her stubborn eyebrows and eyes, Bai Xiunian only felt a heat rush to his forehead, and his proud self-control suddenly collapsed.

"Now that you've talked about it, I don't mind doing something old-fashioned. Your heart belongs to Fu Yuan. Your people should always leave me a decent husband!"

Tear and pull——

Lu Xinglan only felt that his chest was cold. The two rows of buttons of his shirt had been roughly torn open, revealing the roundness wrapped in light blue lace underwear.

"Bai Xiunian, what are you doing? Let me go!"

She was really flustered when she realized what would happen next.

"I haven't played car shock yet."

Bai Xiunian took a big hand and followed the long leg wrapped in silk stockings to the inside.

"No -"

Lu Xinglan's struggle is more intense. However, in terms of physical strength, women are naturally weak.

She couldn't beat him again. The more she struggled, the more obscene the man's actions became.

Finally, he even pulled out the belt around his waist and tied her hands to the buckle of the safety belt.

He took off her clothes one by one, moving slowly, like a hunter teasing his prey.

"It's a good figure. It's worth my waiting so long."

In the dark carriage, Lu Xinglan had nothing but a set of underwear, no matter her snow-white skin, graceful figure, or the soft arc rising and falling with her heavy breathing.

All succeeded in making Bai Xiunian's eyes deep, and his anger was transformed into another flame.

The hot fingertips fell on her flat abdomen and circled around, catching the elastic band.

He was about to tear it off at one go. Suddenly, Bai Xiunian realized something.

I don't know when she didn't struggle anymore.

As soon as he looked up, he looked at the dark eyes of Lu Xinglan.

She looked at him quietly, with no sadness or joy on her face, but her eyes were mixed with a little irony, more sad and helpless to herself.

“……”

For a moment, Bai Xiunian was awake.

What the hell is he doing?

He didn't want to hurt her.

What is the difference between this despicable practice and Fu Yuan?

Even worse than Fu Yuan.

For the first time in his life, Bai Xiunian ran away, avoided her indifferent gaze, pressed down waves of regret in his heart, silently picked up the clothes that fell on the car board, and put them on for her one by one.

Finally, when he untied the belt that bound her hands, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lu Xinglan moved his numb wrist. Without even looking at him, he pushed the door and left.

Looking at her determined back, Bai Xiunian sighed in a low voice.

Maybe he's really crazy.

……

A week seems to have passed in the blink of an eye.

The relationship between Bai Xiunian and Lu Xinglan, which had eased a lot, fell to the freezing point again, even worse than before.

No matter how Bai Xiunian teased her or made excuses to ask her out, Lu Xinglan regarded him as a mass of air.

After being stopped by Lu Xing again, Bai Xiunian leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette irritably.

"Young master."

Dongzi didn't know where he got out of the corner, and always said, "young master is having a headache. How can you let Miss Lu accept your feelings?"

Bai Xiunian glanced at him, "do you have a good way?"

"Of course."

Dongzi pushed the unnecessary glasses on the bridge of his nose and took out a small book from his pocket.