He Yanyi's sharp eyes were fixed on the girl sitting next to her.
Wen Sitian's clear eyes looked at the man who was tied up by her on the bed. She slowly clenched her white and slender fingertips into a fist and squeezed her throat, as if she had exhausted all her strength.
"Yanyi, have you forgotten? Today is our third wedding anniversary."
It was also the third year since my brother passed away.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, with a bone-chilling coldness bursting out of them.
"So you found someone to tie me up, Wen Sitian, you are getting bolder and bolder."
He was preparing to pick up Zhou Qinying at the airport, but as soon as he broke out, he was kidnapped and brought back. If word of this spread, he would be trending on the Internet the next morning.
If his wife is kidnapped, tied in fancy ways, raped, drugged, and the couple is having fun, similar labels will be affixed to his head.
"Who told you not to lay a finger on me for three years? We are husband and wife. Don't worry. When the matter is finished, I will let you see Sister Qinying. She will be fine."
He Yanyi's eyes were like spitting fire, but he quickly returned to his senses. Even though he was now subordinate to others, he was still aloof, as inviolable as a king.
"Wen Sitian, if you dare to do this today, you will regret it!"
Wen Sitian's bright and shining eyes were not afraid at all. There was nothing to regret. She would only regret it if she didn't do it. She had already made up her mind.
"Even if I sleep with you, what can you do to me? Do you still need me to remind you? We are husband and wife."
Isn't it normal for couples to do this kind of thing?
He Yan's face turned red. He had always treated her as his sister, but she actually wanted to sleep with him.
When did this girl become so courageous?
Ever since he met her, he had always thought that she was just a little girl who was inexperienced in the world, but now she actually dared to make trouble in front of him.
It seemed that he really wanted to take a good look at her from now on.
He Yan stared at her with his dark pupils: cold as ice.
"You should know that it's not you I like, and I never have."
When Wen Sitian heard this, her originally calm face completely cracked. Her fingertips clenched her clothes tightly, and veins appeared on the back of her hands. Her heart felt as if it had been cut out with a knife, and she was almost suffocated by the pain.
She knew he didn't love her, he was just doing his duty.
What he didn't know was that she had been in love with him since she was thirteen years old, and it had been ten years since he was now twenty-three years old.
For ten years, she had loved this man as always, even though she knew that he had never loved her, and she wanted to accompany him through this long life.
Cuteness doesn't mean that if you want to give it to others, others will definitely accept it, so she decided not to get his heart, but at least get his person.
Wen Sitian took a deep breath and smiled with a crooked smile: "It doesn't matter, I'm just greedy for your skin, and I didn't let you love me."
"What did you say!" He Mohan gritted his teeth, like a beast about to break out of its cage.
"I said I wanted to end things with you."
As she spoke, she hooked her fingers on her shoulder straps, crossed her long legs, and was about to go up when she was suddenly pressed down by the man.
The desire in the man's eyes could no longer be restrained: "No, it's just what you want. I'll make it happen for you. Just don't regret it!"