C1 Perfectionist

With a groan, a trace of a smile finally appeared on the man's tense face in the darkness.

Xue Hee's pained face was reflected in the hazy moonlight outside the window. The pressure in the room was extremely low and oppressive.

That terrifying aura suddenly rose up, giving Xue Hee the illusion that even breathing was a sin. She subconsciously retreated, but Han Qichen pinched her cheek.

Xue Hee was in so much pain that her pretty eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Her clear eyes looked at Han Qichen in fear and helplessness.

"Did it hurt you?" Han Qichen's tone was ice-cold and his expression was so cold that there was not even a trace of gentleness in it. He slightly narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and the strength in his hands became even more ruthless. "But your expression just now was very satisfied." I didn't expect that your skills in bed for the past three years haven't regressed at all. It's still the same as before, so coquettish. "

This was clearly not the first time she had been humiliated in such a manner. However, when she heard these words coming out of his mouth, Xue Hee's heart couldn't help but palpitate violently as the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.

"Trying to act innocent again, it's a pity that your usual tactic has already lost its effect on me. A talent like yours who's like a flower in water, you'd better not waste it in front of me. "

Xue Hee raised her trembling eyes. "Water attribute Yanghua? Am I that unbearable in your eyes? "

"No. Water Yang Hua doesn't seem to be enough to describe you, Miss Xue. Everyone can marry. "

It was clearly such a relaxed tone, but it was as sharp as a knife that fiercely gouged out Xue Hee's heart, wiping out the last bit of her pitiful dignity.

She looked at Han Qichen with unwillingness. For a moment, she even held onto a glimmer of hope that he would still love her. However, what he saw with his own eyes was his pair of emotionless and mocking face in the darkness.

She had loved him for six years, married him for three, but in the end, she had been given the four bloody words, 'everyone can have a husband'.

Xue Hee took a deep breath, trying her best to control her emotions. While enduring the f * cking pain from his lower body, he quickly tidied up his clothes that were crooked by Han Qichen and hurriedly stuffed some important items into his bag.

Han Qichen's expression was cold. His pair of black, starry eyes stared coldly at Xue Hee, who had suddenly changed her attitude.

Even though he didn't say anything, a dangerous aura still emanated from his body. He wanted to see what tricks she could come up with.

In Han Qichen's eyes, Xue Hee's action of minding her own business was like a provocation. Han Qichen's veins tightened as he couldn't bear it any longer and pulled her over, almost throwing her petite body off the bed.

The pressure suddenly dropped. Han Qichen stopped right beside her ear and warned her in a cold voice: "What are you doing? You want to run away from home?"

"It's been three years. Haven't you vented your resentment and tortured yourself enough?" Xue Hee choked with emotions, forcefully dispersing the mist in her eyes. She clenched her hands tightly, letting her fingernails mark out rows of blood-red crescent moons. This was the first time in three years that she had dared to rebel against him.

"Leave? Where can you go, Xue Family? "Don't forget, you were the one who brought disgrace to yourself and wanted to marry me." Han Qichen said casually. Xue Hee glanced condescendingly at Xue Hee while she tidied up her clothes, as if she was looking at a homeless stray dog.

You want to humiliate yourself?

Xue Hee's pupils contracted. Her heart twitched violently as endless sorrow welled up within her.