Lova Battle after Marriage: Husband with Passion and Wife with Apathy

"Yun Qing, you're naughty again. It's getting late. Don't waste your time chatting. We should just do it." The next second, he bent over and picked her up.

"Yan zi cen!" He suddenly came back to his senses. He was already firmly pressed on the big bed, and a trace of anger and panic jumped into Yu Yunqing's eyes.

"Yan zi cen, let me go! I don't want to."

She blushed and looked up at him, her hands against his chest, struggling to push the man's hand away.

"Objection is invalid, I think." She moved back and he moved forward.

She resisted shyly, but he deliberately ground her down, one after another, until Yu Yunqing was finally pushed to the bedside and there was no way out.

With one push from him, she was grabbed by her calf and her entire body was immediately delivered to Yan zi cen.

"Yan zi cen! You bastard... Uh..." The rest of the words were swallowed forcefully and quickly.

A sigh of satisfaction.

A shuddering gasp.

The strange and trembling touch made her shy and angry. When she opened her eyes and saw the man's satisfied and enlarged handsome face, she was annoyed. She raised her hands and patted the man's hands. In vain, she resisted and was easily restrained by him.

"Flame... Mmm..." Before he could finish his curses, it made it easier for the man to attack the city more nimbly and go deeper and deeper.

Yu Yunqing's hands nervously grabbed the sheets under her body. Fear and trembling made her scared and panicked. Her cheeks were burning and her mind was in a mess.

The man's kiss, from the beginning of the strong gradually became gentle, charming atmosphere fuming her reason.

She tensed up and did not know how to deal with the strong plunder of men. What was more terrible was that she had an unbearable feeling in her heart that was climbing rapidly. She wanted to vomit.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the house heated up, and a part of the man's body silently reacted naturally.

Yan zi cen, who had always been self-controlled, could not control himself. He took out a hand and wrapped it around her back. The beautiful touch in his palm made his man's eyes dim.

Before things completely went out of control, the scene of Yu Yunqing being held in Yan Shaoyu's arms flashed through his mind.

"First time?" He pressed his lips to her ear and breathed warmly. "Yan Shaoyu, have you ever touched you? Hmm?"

What? Yu Yunqing's chaotic and restless mind was finally split apart by a trace of anger.

The man actually suspected her, but the next moment, her pupils shrank into a needle shape, and the dark memories buried somewhere in her heart surged madly into her heart, endless grief and fear, coupled with a great sense of humiliation.

Suddenly, Yu Yunqing smiled coldly and asked deliberately, "Yan zi cen, what era is this? Don't tell me this is your first time?"

Yes, she did it on purpose. She had known Yan Shaoyu for a long time before he was forced to go abroad, when she was at the lowest point of her life. Yan Shaoyu had been chasing her since a casual banquet. They were officially dating, two years later. It was only six months before he left the country.

Yan Shaoyu was good to her, and Yu Yunqing was confident that there was no other man in the world who treated her better than him, but they were so pure that they had never held hands or even kissed each other. It was a pity that god had made a fool of them. When they met again, she became someone else's wife.

The moment Zicen caught her in the dark, his pupils constricted, and he laughed back in anger. With a sneer, the movements in his hands became even more savage and rough.

He pushed her nightgown to the top, pressed her cold body down, put it on her, and teased, "Then try it."

He wrapped his hand behind her and unbuttoned her bra. He breathed on her neck and whispered in her ear, "You can tell by a physical examination."

A wave of disgust spread rapidly through her body, and her heart was filled with endless fear, with disgust to the extreme.

The man's actions seemed to mock her all the time, as if to him, he had taken over such an unclean and cheap item.

In fact, "I deserve to be cheap." She said in her heart, and the bitter water in her eyes could no longer be contained, overflowing one after another.

Dark memories kept playing out in her mind like clips.

A man disregarded her resistance, disregarded her struggle.

The same darkness, the same suppression.

Her fear spread and she turned around powerless.

The next scene that appeared in her mind turned to the scene where she was thrown in front of the clubhouse and fell to the ground feebly.

She was left alone at the reception, but now she turned around and asked if she was loyal to him.

The unknown fire that had been repressed in her heart suddenly erupted with dark memories. At this moment, she was almost stimulated to madness.

"Bastard, why are you doing this? Let go of me -" she gritted her teeth and screamed, her limbs twitching wildly, trying to free herself from the man's body.

However, he pressed her so tightly that she had no chance at all. Her free hand did not know what it was, so she grabbed it and threw it at him.

The man grunted and the thing in her hand fell to the ground with the man.

Ignoring everything else, Yu Yunqing got up from the darkness, grabbed her clothes on her chest and rushed out the door until she hid in the bathroom, slammed the door hard, and quickly locked it.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor at the right time, and Zhong uncle, who heard the noise, rushed into the bedroom like a gust of wind.

With a bang, the lights went on and Zhong uncle was shocked to see the mess.

What was this about, preparing for a world war? Fortunately, he was so experienced that he hid early.

On the woolen carpet in the bedroom, the bedside lamp that had been smashed was lying there pitifully. The big bed was in a mess, scattered with bright red blood from the bed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Yanzi cen was sitting by the bed, covering a certain spot on his forehead. His face was filled with gloom under the light.

Zhong uncle immediately understood, turned around and ran out, then came back in the blink of an eye. He had an extra medicine box in his hand and knelt down beside the bed to treat yan Zicen's wound.

"Hey, young madam... She's really good at it. Young master, don't worry. This wound is hard to cover even if it's not disfigured." Zhong uncle's hand was more precise and ruthless, and the cotton balls stained with iodine jabbed at Yan zi cen's wound.

Yan zi cen's brows flashed lightly, and the next second he regained his composure. He looked at a drop of bright red blood on the snow-white carpet at his feet. His eyes looked like a pool of ink that could not be melted.

"Zhong uncle, I seem to have scared her."