C14 Then Do You Love Me?

Yang Xu struggled with all her might to pull her mouth and body out, but he completely sealed her mouth. He was domineering and domineering. He twisted and turned without losing his gentleness, making it impossible for her to dodge or escape. The interweaving tongue tip was everywhere.

Yang Xu's already thin body became weaker and weaker in front of his tall body. Under his big palm, her entire body turned into a thin piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing. Her body could not bear to be ravaged, as if she could be crushed with a slight struggle.

Struggling till the end, Yang Xu broke down and gave up. Her body completely collapsed into his embrace, letting him act impudently. Just like that night three years ago. . .

A teardrop streaked across her face and poured into his mouth. When he tasted it, he clearly felt his body pause. Perhaps because his conscience discovered something, or perhaps something else. . . He let go of her lips and watched her tears flood in front of his eyes.

Yan Qin felt her exhaustion. He carried her and placed her on the bed, but she still did not struggle. After Yang Xu was put on the bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her eyes, which were wet with tears, revealed a sense of despair.

She opened her mouth and said with a self-deprecating sadness, "You played with me like this. Are you especially happy?"

Yan Qin bent down and his lips fell once again. This time, it did not land on her mouth, but on the tears that she had just shed.

She did not look at his face. What was reflected in her remaining light was still indifference, the usual calmness and indifference on his body.

"Why do you have to think this way? From another point of view, this is the joy between husband and wife. My Mrs Yem really smells good. "

Yang Xu laughed self-deprecatingly before her gaze landed on this man. Looking at his eyes at such a close distance was the first time she had looked at him at such a close distance in these three years that she knew him.

Just how many things were hidden in those eyes? It was like a deep pond, like a bottomless pit, mysterious and terrifying. She couldn't see through it, nor could she guess it. That was a vortex. She looked deeper and deeper.

After that, Yang Xu asked subconsciously, "Yan Qin, do you love me?"

When he heard this question, his usually calm eyes shrank. He was clearly very shocked. He did not expect Yang Xu to ask this question, so he subconsciously reacted. He hesitated for a moment and also became silent.

Yang Xu's self-deprecating smile deepened. She felt even more regretful. Three years ago, the reason he married her was completely to make use of her. And now, she no longer had any value in making use of her. He was no longer in the army. No one had given him any rules, so why couldn't he let her go?

He clearly didn't love her. Why did he have to use a nameless "Mrs Yem" identity to imprison her until she died? If he only needed a wife, then why did it have to be her?

"Yan Qin. " She called out his name with endless despair, "I won't mention divorce anymore, but I hate you. I will hate you for the rest of my life. "

She gave up, she could only give up.

She knew that she was no match for this man. How could she possibly defeat him? Just as he said, as long as he did not agree, she would forever be his Mrs Yem. Why would she struggle for no reason?

More importantly, even if she really divorced him, so what?

Would she still be the innocent Yang Xu? Would she be able to obtain the happiness she wanted? Everything that she had once fantasized about had already been personally destroyed by him, right?

Then what was she still hoping for? And what was she trying to do?