Shen Zhiyi looked at the face so close, "What are you talking about?"
"Did Song Ming touch you?"
The man's voice was calm and abrupt, completely different from the coldness in his eyes.
Somehow, Shen Zhiyi sensed a hint of possessiveness. She said lightly, "What? Your wife was touched by another man, do you feel uncomfortable?"
The next second, a man's mocking voice came to my ears, "Can he touch you?"
Shen Zhiyi was ashamed and angry.
He was the only one who knew her secret.
And he would use her secrets to maliciously slander her every time they had a quarrel.
"Mr. Lin," she took a deep breath and dug her nails into his chest, "don't you know that domestic flowers don't have the fragrance of wild flowers? In your eyes, I am as dull as water, but in the eyes of other men, I am not as fragrant as wild flowers. For sure..."
She sat up straight and breathed against his ear, "Women who are married to married women often have a different flavor."
The hand holding her waist suddenly tightened, almost cutting her off.
She blinked, "Angry?"
"Shen Zhiyi, have you thought about the consequences?"
Lin Yuzhou stared at her white knuckles, and the tight consciousness in his heart relaxed slightly.
"What consequences?" Shen Zhiyi raised his chin mockingly and poked his wound disapprovingly, "A person who has been tortured by the consequences is not qualified to teach me a lesson."
She dropped the cotton swab, took off the jacket of her nightgown, and walked toward the bed.
Lin Yuzhou stared at the woman's back and remained silent for five minutes, then suddenly stood up and walked over.
Shen Zhiyi's wrist was clasped, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you want to fulfill your marital obligations?"
Lin Yuzhou stared at her round shoulders and the white undulations under her collarbone. He pulled his lips and smiled, "You have been married to me for so many years, but you have not been able to enjoy the joy of being a married woman. It is normal to have resentment."
He pulled her into his arms and said, "I will satisfy you right now."
Shen Zhiyi was caught off guard and pressed her cheek against the man's chest.
Before he could react, his jaw was locked, and the dense hormones rushed straight to his forehead.
She frowned, "Lin Yuzhou, are you crazy?!"
She didn't know why, but she always felt that Lin Yuzhou was different today than before.
It's crazy, so crazy that it's not like him.
"Maybe," the man's breath touched her, with a somewhat dull tremor, "I'm driven crazy by you."
Shen Zhiyi's pupils tightened.
The cold breath brought her close at hand, and those bad images flooded into her mind. The image seemed to have returned to six years ago, when her clothes were roughly torn apart.
She instinctively shook her shoulders and screamed with a dull expression, "No!"
For a moment, it was completely pure.
Lin Yuzhou looked at the woman's almost frightened face, took the initiative to push the wet hair on her cheek behind her ear, and said calmly, "Do you want to continue?"
Shen Zhiyi gasped, his face dull.
Lin Yuzhou sighed, hugged her and stood up to go to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Shen Zhiyi had changed into clean clothes and was sitting on the bed with a dull expression.
"Are you going out?" Seeing the man come out of the bathroom and change clothes, she instinctively asked.
"Well," the man lowered his eyes, "something happened."
Shen Zhiyi instinctively raised her hand and grabbed his arm.
"Lin Yuzhou," she raised her eyes, her wet eyes were like those of a pitiful stray cat, but with a bit of inexplicable arrogance, "We are not divorced yet."
The man smiled narrowly and pressed his knuckles against the woman's palm-sized cheek, "You want me to stay with you?"
Shen Zhiyi shook his head, "You must accompany me."
