There was a sound of water rushing from the bathroom, and the man was taking a bath inside.
Ming Yaomu sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding the sheets tightly with both hands, feeling panicked and at a loss.
Although she has lived here for a long time, her range of activities is on the first and second floors. This is also the second time she has entered his bedroom.
The room is large and divided into several functional areas. The black and white minimalist decoration style is in line with Huo Xiao's temperament.
The last time she came in, it was to send the drunk Huo Xiao back.
And this time...
Mingyao bit her lip.
She glanced at the door. The bedroom door was unlocked, but she didn't dare to move rashly.
Huo Xiao's threat just now was still echoing in his mind.
She didn't know if he was scaring her, but Mingyao knew that Huo Xiao really had the ability to destroy her family.
He doesn't need to make any big show, he just needs to move his fingers, and there will be people willing to do everything for him.
She didn't dare to risk it.
Mingyao didn't understand why Huo Xiao was interested in her, and she didn't know when he had this idea.
With his status, it is impossible for him to be short of women.
The only explanation is that when she and Huo Yan lived together with him after their marriage, he unconsciously had thoughts during their long-term relationship.
Mingyao couldn't help but regret that she had agreed to his proposal.
But it's too late to say anything now...
The bathroom door was pushed open, steam steamed out, and a naked man walked out.
Mingyao turned her head sharply, her eyes closed tightly and her ears turned red.
Huo Xiao was actually wearing nothing.
Footsteps slowly approached.
Mingyao stood up with her eyes closed: "I, I'll take a shower first..."
"Didn't you wash it?"
Huo Xiao couldn't bear to go around in circles with her, so he grabbed her arm and pushed her. Mingyao's calves hit the edge of the bed and she fell back on the big bed.
Eyelashes trembling slightly, Mingyao opens her eyes and looks up.
The man's short black hair was wetted by water and stuck to his forehead. He seemed to have lost some weight during this period. His cheeks and jaws were thin and narrow, his nose bridge was high, and his facial contours appeared particularly three-dimensional and clear.
He looked down at her with a cold and indifferent expression.
This look is completely different from Huo Yan's and has nothing to do with it.
After Huo Yan left, she just wanted to live quietly alone.
Her heart and love had been given to him alone, leaving no room for others.
He has no intention of finding a partner anymore - even if he does, this person cannot be Huo Xiao!
"Why not?"
She didn't say anything, but he easily saw through her thoughts.
In his eyes, she seemed transparent.
"I, I am Huo Yan's wife, you are Huo Yan's eldest brother, our, this is -"
She was too trembling to say those words, and even thinking about them made her feel ashamed.
"——Incest." Huo Xiao added to her thoughtfully.
Then he said slowly: "If Huo Yan is still alive, it is really not good for me to do this, but - he has passed away..."
"Even if he dies, I will still be his wife!"
Mingyao clenched her fists, stared into his eyes and spoke firmly.
She had always thought so in her heart.
"Tsk." Huo Xiao ridiculed her, "You are not good at studying law - if one of the spouses dies, there is no need for divorce and the marriage will be automatically terminated. Haha, you are still a graduate student, how did you pass the exam?"
Mingyao's face turned red with anger.
Who told him about the law?
In terms of words, none of ten Mingyao could speak against him, so she simply kept silent.
Huo Xiao lowered his eyes and stared at her fair and red face.
Of course he was heartbroken when Huo Yan died.
But no matter how sad it is, this matter has become an established fact and cannot be changed.
One has to accept it and move on.
It's a fool's errand to dwell on the past.
He reached out and unbuttoned her jeans, pulled her pants down, and peeled off her top.
The woman's suet-white jade-like skin was exposed, and her long black hair was spread underneath her body. She closed her eyes and trembled with her two thin arms wrapped around her chest.
Huo Xiao's Adam's apple rolled, and he reached out to pull off the last piece of fabric on her body.
A thin hand grasped his finger tightly.
Mingyao's chest rose and fell violently, her cheeks turned red, but crystal tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes.
"Brother... please stop, me, let's just pretend that nothing happened... we'll be the same as before, okay?"
"...Brother...let me go, please..."
The woman begged him with tears in her eyes.
Even though he was lying on the bed like a naked lamb, he still tried desperately to awaken his conscience.
perhaps.
His feelings for Mingyao are not love.
Huo Xiao thought quietly.
Otherwise, why did he not feel any pity or sympathy when he saw her pain and tears? He could only feel his heart beating and his blood rising.
His face was expressionless, and with great force, he directly tore off the thin white strap on the woman's shoulder.
Two white and tender breasts popped out, and his eyes were fixed on them.
The first time we met that day, it wasn't love at first sight, it was just love at first sight.
like. It should be positive and warm.
Think about each other.
He is patient, not jealous, not seeking his own gain.
Just like the relationship between Huo Yan and her...
Pure and clear, still water flows deep and never stops.
Not even the power of death can stop it.
Huo Xiao's hand slid down from her tight waist, causing the skin underneath her body to tremble. Mingyao blocked his chest with her arms and pushed his chest hard.
Huo Xiao grabbed her armpits with both hands and lifted her up. He knelt on the bed with one knee and spread her legs.
"No, don't..." Mingyao struggled desperately, but was pressed by his heavy body and couldn't move. Tears poured out and she kept sobbing.
Although she had agreed to him just now, Mingyao was not mentally prepared for such a thing.
This kind of thing...can only be done with someone you love...
From her eyes, Huo Xiao could see deep resistance and disgust, and there was also a hint of sadness and despair in her eyes.
What was she thinking?
Huo Yan?
That's right, the two of them are in love with each other, and they stick together in life and death. They will never leave each other, which moves the world.
It can be said that they are two birds flying together in the new era, a dream of mandarin ducks and butterflies.
If it were placed in ancient times, their love story would have been written down in scripts and circulated around the world, compiled into operas for people to sing, and no one would have watched it without being moved to tears.
And here is Huo Xiao.
It's Ma Wencai and Sun Feihu.
He is a shameless villain who bullies men and dominates women in love legends.
Thinking of this, Huo Xiao couldn't help but raise his head and laugh out loud.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just let yourself be a part of their love story.
He doesn't mind playing the role of the prince who saves Snow White, or Snow White's evil stepmother.
Huo Xiao smiled at the corner of his mouth and exerted force on his waist.
The woman's face suddenly turned pale in pain, and she moaned in pain.
She was in pain, and he didn't feel good either.
Huo Xiao's jaw tightened, veins bulged in his arms, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It doesn't matter, people tend to remember painful memories more than happy ones.
He just wanted her to remember him, to remember him, whether it was love or hate.
Mentally and physically tortured, Mingyao stared at the patterns on the ceiling, and her pupils gradually began to dilate.
One hand pinched her face hard, and the man kissed her with wet lips.
Neither of them closed their eyes, looking at each other.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mingyao actually saw a hint of grievance in his eyes full of desire and madness.
Wronged?
She thought she must be crazy.
She was the one being threatened and forced.
What does he have to feel aggrieved about?
