Powerful Family's Sweet Wife

Qu Cunzi reached out his hand and touched her prominent collarbone, which was unexpectedly warm as well. He was so happy that he couldn't control himself. With a turn of his body, he had already placed her beneath him …

Everything was so familiar.

Everything was the same as back then.

Since their reunion, every time he met, he had never received such treatment — every time he approached, he would only receive a slap or her anger.

Every movement he made would arouse her extreme hatred. At one point, she avoided him like a snake or a scorpion. At one point, she didn't even want to look at him …

It also caused Qu Cunzi's self-esteem to be pierced all over and he even had the intention to retreat.

Where is it like now?

She was gentle, soft, and extremely obedient. She just laid there obediently, slightly closing her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled from time to time, as if she was at his mercy. She didn't resist at all.

Qu Cunzi's hand slowly stopped moving.

Her enthusiasm was frozen with doubt: indeed, she was too quiet, too submissive. As long as he continued, she wouldn't resist in the slightest.

But it was not the same as it had been back then — the soft body was alive, alive, and knew how to play along with him clumsily and awkwardly, which was why he was so satisfied.

But now, the body was still, like water that no longer flowed.

Do what you want, I don't care.

It was a life without a soul.

A kind of complete self-abandonment, self-banishment.

He suddenly stopped, feeling a faint sadness in his heart.

Qu Cunzi, oh Qu Cunzi, since when did you become the most insignificant supporting role in his life?

His strong self-esteem was completely unacceptable. How could the pride of the heavens be forever covered by the shadow of a single Mu Qiaozhi?

Especially about love.

The old man was right, "Are you that useless? Do you not blush that every marriage you choose has no love? "

No, he didn't want to leave any regrets.

In essence, he was also a perfect master. Righteous. Otherwise, he would not have spent five or six years living with an island doll.

"Little Treasure, one day, I'll make you willing."

He wanted her to love him — to be alive and real.

What answered him was a light breeze, and the rose petals slowly fell into the palm of his open hand. This day, would it really come?

He suddenly thought of something and ran back. Then, he ran back and took out something like he was offering a treasure.

"Little Treasure, look …"

It was so close. He had flaunted his divorce certificate many times over the past few days, but he had forgotten to flaunt it in front of her.

How can that be?

He placed the item almost beside her eyelids: "Little Treasure, look at my divorce certificate. Ha, I'm divorced. Little Treasure, look, I won't lie to you this time … "