During these seven days, she had plenty of time to stay at her father’s place. But instead, she visited during the day and returned at night. She knew why—because he didn’t know her cell phone number, so she wondered if he might call the room’s landline to talk to her at night.
Leng Yan lowered his head, and due to her questioning, he suddenly paused, a trace of shock unconsciously flickering in his eyes.
But it was fleeting. Looking down at her enchanting eyes under the light, he mocked coldly, "Call you? Your father was the one who sent you to my doorstep voluntarily. Didn’t he teach you how to please your husband? Instead, he taught you to question him? In that case, let me teach you today how to be a wife?"
Saying this, he suddenly released her, pulling her wrist and pushing her towards the bathroom, "Go and take a bath! I’ve already drawn the bathwater for you."
A dense humiliation instantly descended, wrapping her layer by layer.
"If you don’t want to see the Wen Family go bankrupt, you might as well not go in."
His cold voice came from behind, and Wen Nuan’s body turned icy.
In the wide and luxurious bathtub, the water temperature was steadily controlled. As she slid into the water, tears also fell at the same moment, blurring her vision.
It wasn’t until he impatiently knocked on the bathroom door that she cleaned herself and came out. He was no longer at the door, the bedside lamp was dimmed to the lowest level, and a thin blanket covered him; there was only his light breathing in the room.
Assuming he was asleep, she hesitated as she slowly walked towards the bed, treading lightly, not wanting to disturb him.
Just as she sat down to turn off the lamp, a pair of long arms suddenly lifted her into the air, and Wen Nuan screamed as she fell onto a figure.
The blanket slipped to the floor; her eyes narrowed sharply:
Wen Nuan’s body trembled suddenly, her heart rate spiking. Her trembling voice had just come out but was swallowed again in his throat.
Her scent was so sweet, making him miss her intensely. It was a taste he longed to relive since the United States. As he finally embraced her, an urgent fervor overtook him, as if he wanted to consume her whole.
Wen Nuan frowned, trying to push him away, but her hands were restrained by him.
He continued to tease her, and Nuannuan’s trembling voice changed tone, her body tense like a string.
"What’s wrong with me?" He smiled faintly, contradicting her intent, "Desiring? Well, I’m very happy to oblige you."
As he said this, there wasn’t a hint of gentleness in his eyes.
Warm tears flowed from her pain, her teeth biting hard onto her lower lip, clutching the sheet tightly.
"No? Not how, not enough?" He deliberately misinterpreted her.
Another Chapter at one in the afternoon