Oh my God.
It was like their first night together. She was shivering, her body cold, just lying there with her eyes tightly shut, unmoving.
Nevertheless, he had claid her smoothly.
He still rembered that mont: the pain had been so intense for her, it was as if a live shrimp had been suddenly tossed into a wok of boiling oil, and she had shot up instantly. If he hadn’t held onto her tightly, she would have bolted out the door. After that, she had shown no reaction, just lying obediently in his arms with tear-filled eyes.
His extre tenderness towards her began with the pride he felt at that mont.
He would never forget the exhilarating joy, as if he had suddenly co to possess the most beautiful thing in the entire world...
He treated her with exceptional gentleness, always careful with her in his heart, as if she were an exquisite piece of porcelain that might shatter at the slightest touch.
So, how could he possibly bear to let her have an abortion?
That was why, when he first learned of her pregnancy, he had been secretly overjoyed. He imagined that in the blink of an eye, the child would just pop out, skipping and hopping about, able to talk and sing, and call them "Mama" and "Papa." He had even felt smug and imnsely proud. That peerless work of art was finally his alone. From then on, whether flowers blood or withered, they did so beautifully, existing solely within his world.
Having savored such beauty for so long, he found her departure exceptionally unbearable.
"Yan Xixi, if you take even half a step out this door today, I won’t let you co back, even if you beg in the future."
How ridiculous and feeble that threat sounded now.
「And so she left, and more than a year had passed.」
During that year and more, Heaven knew what lengths he had gone to. He had ticulously arranged for people to watch her, to keep an eye on her, terrified she might fall into another man’s arms—be it Huang Xiaojue or so other wolf. Only as a last resort did he contrive to beco her ’online contact.’ This allowed him to accurately monitor her every move, launch targeted strikes, and finally, eliminate all his love rivals completely.
Otherwise, how could soone "coincidentally" show up and cause a scene every single ti Huang Xiaojue was about to stay the night? And otherwise, how could Liang Sheng, Wang Xiaohao, and the others have t such grueso fates?
You can ss with anything else—but not my wife! Anything can be shared, but how could a wife be shared?
Now, finally, he held her soft, warm, fragrant body in his arms once more.
He was extraordinarily joyful and exceptionally gentle. His movents were even more careful, as if opening a treasure vault for the first ti. He was terrified of jeopardizing this incredibly hard-won prize—after all, one cannot enter Treasure Mountain and return empty-handed.
And yet, he also yearned to give her the most tender love.
Whenever he thought about this, he would feel indignant... Before, when she didn’t love him, she had been so cold, so distant. There was a ti he had desperately wished she would be proactive, genuinely filled with love for him. But, right up until they separated, he had never witnessed it. It was as if, for her, there had never been even the slightest hint of lingering affection... What a profound tornt to a man’s pride.
At this thought, he smiled, a truly wicked expression.
This sinister smile t her gaze as she hesitantly opened her eyes. A shiver went through her. That man... why was he smiling like that?
Her gaze drifted downwards, finally settling on his bronze skin... Her breath caught. Oh my heavens!
This guy actually had abs—so strong! Really nice.
She recalled how, previously, she had always just closed her eyes and endured it. Her heart was filled with humiliation, only wanting to get the ordeal over with quickly so she could escape. Who would have paid any attention to whether his physique was good or bad? But today, she saw it distinctly.
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