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In the next second, Jane Xia pulled Qing Ge back with her hand. A chill ran down her wrist. She lowered her head and saw a pair of well-crafted silver handcuffs on her wrist.

She raised her head and said, "Damn, Jane Xia, you're a dignified military man of the Norman Empire, yet you abuse your authority by using handcuffs on a legal citizen. If word of this gets out, do you still want to be the head of the army?"

Jane Xia picked up Qing Ge and walked out of the cloakroom. "This doesn't count as an abuse of authority. At most, it's a personal matter. I believe that the citizens will understand."

Qing Ge struggled in Jian Xia's arms, "You wouldn't be thinking of committing violence within the marriage, right? I'm going to call for reinforcements! "

Jane Xia lightly swept a glance at Qing Ge and said, "You can try. I want to see if there will be anyone coming to save you."

Qingge began to shout, "Grandma, Grandma, Ye Qing, save me! Jane Xia will torture me!"

Even after shouting for a long time, no one came upstairs to save her. It wasn't that they didn't hear it, it was just that they pretended that they didn't hear it.

Qingge's voice was hoarse as she angrily said, "That stinking girl, Ye Qing. She definitely heard it, but she won't come up."

Jane Xia kicked the bedroom door open, "Your throat is already hoarse. You should save some energy. I'm afraid your throat won't be able to bear it later."

Qingge took a look at the bed behind her and felt that she was in a bad mood.

Jane Xia threw Qing Ge onto the bed and cuffed the other end of the handcuffs onto the bed. Qing Ge moved his wrist, but was unable to break free. The bed didn't even shake.

Jian Xia chuckled. His slender and beautiful fingers undid the buckle of his military uniform, revealing a small piece of ivory white skin. The way he unbuttoned his uniform was very seductive. He was simply a living demon.

Qingge swallowed her saliva as she felt very dissatisfied in her heart. Why was Jian Xia a man and a soldier? Her skin was so good, but how did she maintain it? It's one thing for him to be handsome, but his skin is so good, but there's no justice in this world.

Jian Xia threw his uniform jacket on the ground and started to take off his shirt. The buttons on his shirt were opened one by one, and along with his devilish smile, Qing Ge swallowed his saliva once again. This was an undisguised temptation.

Jian Xia threw her shirt on the ground and pressed her body against Qing Ge. She then frowned and pretended to be helpless, "Since your hands can't move, then …" Let me help you take it off. "

Qingge was about to explode from anger. What did he mean by 'I can't move my hand', so he helped her take it off? Didn't he put the handcuffs on her by himself? Didn't he want to take off her clothes, but he actually said it like he was helpless?

While Qingge was silently cursing Jane Xia in her heart, she suddenly felt her body turn cold. The skirt she was originally wearing was ruthlessly tossed to the ground. Immediately after, a wave of pain came from her collarbone.

Qingge could not help but scold, "Jian Xia, are you a dog?"

Right after the scolding, Clear Song couldn't even speak for the next second. Her eyebrows were knitted together, and she was in so much pain that she took a deep breath, her fingers almost digging a hole in the bed sheet.

"..."

An hour later, Qingge's long hair was drenched in sweat and stuck to her forehead. Everything in front of her was blurry, and she felt as if the entire ceiling was shaking. She gritted her teeth and said, "Jianxia, you son of a bitch!"

Two hours later, Zhan Huo arrived at the bathroom. Qing Ge's back was against the cold wall of the bathroom, his wrists bound by handcuffs, causing him to turn red. He angrily said, "Jian Xia, if you're capable, you can kill me today. Let everyone in the empire see how you killed your wife!"

Jian Xia pushed Qingge's messy hair behind her ears and said with a low smile, "How could I bear to let you die? We still have a long life ahead of us."

Clear Song: "..."

Three hours later, Clear Song weakly laid on the soft bed and begged, "Hubby, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. I definitely won't dare to run away next time."

Jane Xia stopped and looked at Qing Ge's dispirited appearance. She asked, "Are you really tired?"

Qingge nodded with all her might. "Yes, yes. I'm so tired."

Jian Xia nodded. "Oh, then go to sleep."

Qingge: …? Get the fuck out of here!

When the sky gradually brightened, she felt her wrist loosen up, as if a warm towel had wrapped around her wrist. Then, something cool covered her wrist.

When she woke up, she felt pain all over her body. She glanced at her wrist, which was no longer red. It was probably because Jane Xia had given her medicine, but the pair of handcuffs were still on her wrist. It was just that at some point, they had separated and were worn on both her wrists like two silver bracelets.

Qingge stretched out her hand and tried to break it, but she couldn't. Qingge muttered, "I don't know what material it is made of. It's so hard, I'll go find an electric saw to saw it open later."

Qingge lifted the quilt and was about to get off the bed. As soon as her feet touched the floor, her tears started to fall. It hurt so much that she almost fainted.

Qingge stared at the ceiling for a while. She was in a bad mood and she was hungry.

She shouted towards the door, "Is there anyone else? Who cares if I'm dead or alive!"

The maid, who had been waiting outside the whole time, pushed open the door and walked over to the bedside. "What do you need, Madam?"

Qingge asked, "What about Jian Xia?"

The maid replied, "The young master went to work. Before he left, he told us not to wake you up. He told us to let you sleep for a while longer."

Qingge said, "Call him and tell him that I'm disabled now!"

The maid was taken aback. "Ah?"

Qingge sighed and waved her hand, "Forget it, I was just joking. Go and cook something for me."

The maid nodded, but when she reached the door, she was called back by Qingge.

The maid asked, "Is there anything else?"

Qingge replied, "About that... Get me some painkillers and an electric saw. "

The maid was stunned again. "Huh?"

Qingge said, "I'm in pain, but do you know how much it hurts? If I don't eat the painkiller, I'll faint."

The maid raised her head and glanced at Qingge, whose exposed arm was blue and purple, with a lot of red marks on the side of her neck. The maid blushed and replied, "I understand, Young Mistress. But, Young Madam, what is the purpose of this electric saw? "

Qingge replied, "Don't ask, don't worry, I'm not here to kill myself. Hurry up and go."

The maid nodded and went out to prepare.