Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

Hanging up the phone, she was overjoyed and ignored her head that was about to explode in pain. She walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the window. A burst of cool air came in suddenly, and it was very comfortable in the early morning of July. Obviously he knew that he was still in the United States, but he still leaned forward to look down.

The breeze picked up the broken hair around her ears, and the fine and dense rain splashed on her face, dampening her hair and clothes.

Yanlan Mountain after the rain is clear and translucent.

The camphor tree rooted next to the capital of Huadu is full of vitality, and the green space seems to be dripping with juice. From time to time, large drops of dew slid down the leaves and fell on her head, chilling.

With her elbow pressed against the window sill, she just watched quietly, saw her in a daze, and saw Shi Junye carrying breakfast upstairs without realizing it.

"It's hot, take it well."

Hearing his voice, the smile that was still rippling on his face instantly froze. He went back and forth between Yanlan Mountain and Chengnan for half an hour. He didn't know how he drove, so fast, why didn't he have a car accident?

Turning back, he glanced lightly at his pale face, drizzled with drizzle, a layer of mist on his hair, and also on his clothes.

The hand that passed the Xiao Long Bao was slender and white, but with so obvious blue veins.

She is as smart as her, knowing he was barely discharged from the hospital, knowing that he still has a fever, and knowing that the injury on his head will throbbing pain, but so what?

She turned her face away, heartless and steadily saying: "I don't want to eat this anymore."

After speaking, she quietly waited for him to erupt.

It cannot be denied that she did it on purpose, just to play him.

No matter how good he is to her, she is so ignorant of good and bad. She didn't want this, she used a possessive posture to pretend to be good, it was pure desire, not love.

Shi Junye raised his eyes, stared at her frowning, handed the breakfast hand, and hung in the air for a long, long time.

After that, the long and graceful figure slowly walked to the trash can, let go, and threw it in.

The "bang" sound was shocking.

"What do you want to eat now, I'll go buy it, eh?" He looked at her, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, still tender, as if she was a bubble in his life, so gorgeous in the sun, but And fragile. He was reluctant, even if it was just a light touch. Because he was afraid that she would break and disappear forever.

Such eyes made Yuxuan feel irritable for no reason.

She didn't understand. Since she didn't want her to suffer a little bit of injury, why did she occupy her like this again and ruin her.

She hated it, really hated it.

"Shi Junye, why?"

He smiled and did not speak.

If he knew why, he wouldn't be like it is now. He knew that he had plunged into the fire, but let the flame burn everything about him until it turned to ashes, and there was no way to stop.

He knew that he had been longing for a long time, and he didn't know when it started, and he kept clamoring to imprison her by his side.

On the night three years ago, she cried very sadly. Every inch of her skin touched her fingers, and she seemed to have cold tears. He knew that he was drinking too much, and the wine was pouring up, he tried hard to push her away, but he kissed her lips uncontrollably, sinking into an incredible tenderness time and time again.

Every time she breathed, there was a sweet breath, and she couldn't help but want to approach. But it was too close. I could see the trembling of her eyelashes clearly, but I also saw the tears hanging on it.

So unwilling, no matter how hard he is dying to struggle, it is just a futile effort.