Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan fell onto the bed, dizzy.

She got up in a panic to support her body, but before she could react, Shi Yuhan leaned down and kissed her lips.

The kiss was cold, without a hint of temperature, without a hint of tenderness, like a bite.

Song Qinghuan grabbed his shirt with his hands, tried his best, but couldn't push it away at all, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

It hurts, it hurts really.

It was so painful that even her weak breathing seemed to disappear, and her whole body was trembling tightly.

My heart was too boring, too heavy, and it was so depressed that he was about to explode, but he couldn't find his way to death, lingering with her, as if lingering to the depths of each other's souls, seemed to be relieved.

Excited | After the love, Shi Yuhan got out of bed and prepared to take her to the bathroom for washing. Song Qinghuan suddenly asked: "I have never been in a relationship since I was a child. You are almost 30 years old. How many times have you been in love?"

Shi Yuhan looked at her silently with a heavy eyebrow, as if wondering why she was so suddenly, and not knowing where her words came from.

He thought for a while and asked, "What is this for?"

Song Qinghuan looked at him coldly: "As far as your identity and appearance are concerned, you should have countless women. Those women of you can't stand your brutality and brutality, and they will all leave you."

"Song Qinghuan," Shi Yuhan's voice fell cold.

But Song Qinghuan was not afraid at all, and did not show weakness: "Aren't you studying abroad? Haven't you been civilized and educated in the West? Then you should know what a gentleman is and why you should be so rough. If you feel unpleasant, you will toss me. , I’m not your punching bag. If you see me not pleasing to your eyes, it won’t be troublesome if you kick me out of this house. I didn’t want to marry you. You insisted on marrying me.”

Shi Yuhan looked at her with indifferent eyes as usual: "Who forced you to marry you? Song Qinghuan, everything is voluntary."

Song Qinghuan gritted his teeth and stood up from the bed rubbingly: "Since it was my voluntary choice, then I will leave. Don't worry about you, let's go!"

She sat up from the other side of the bed, with a disheveled hair and casually put on a set of clothes, and then opened the door to leave. She didn't even wear slippers.

Shi Yuhan's eyes darkened for a while, and he grabbed her: "Where are you going?"

Song Qinghuan struggled: "You take care of me, I don't want to be tossed to death by you, you don't like me, I don't want to live with you yet."

"I don't want to, it depends on whether I want to." Shi Yuhan hugged her back and threw her on the bed, as relaxed as throwing a piece of clothing.

Song Qinghuan got up from the bed: "Shi Yuhan, I want a divorce!"

"Divorce, who do you want to live with? Qianze, huh?" Shi Yuhan pressed her on her body and punched her on the side of the head, and her veins violently clenched tightly.

Song Qinghuan was startled, and her little heart thumped and fell into the abyss.

Her heart was strained, but she was still brave and stood coldly with him.

The eyes were red, and Song Qinghuan clenched her fists, and kept beating Shi Yuhan: "You are crazy, you are okay, why do you mention Qianze? You did something wrong. You didn't even apologize. Toss me, how did I mess with you..."