Game of the Controller: Wife Wins Husband

"You're wearing a man's bathrobe. What's wrong? You've found a new lover so quickly? Call him out and let's get to know each other." He contracted his fingers and restrained the idea of ​​strangling her to death on the spot.

At first glance, the robe is a style that only men would choose. It is draped loosely on the hot and delicate body. Because it has just experienced a sleep, it has been rubbed loosely. Half of the white shoulders are exposed, and more beautiful things are revealed.

color.

His beautiful sleeping face made his black eyes turn red, as if he were a crazed beast, ready to attack and might launch a fatal attack at any time.

He seemed to have come in a violent storm, with drops of water dripping all over his body. His black clothes and black trousers were almost completely soaked, and they clung to his strong, pure male body.

Xia Qing gradually couldn't breathe. The big hand stuck on her throat blocked the smooth flow of breathing in and out, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Pull a gun against me again? Why, you were caught and raped in bed, so you became angry from shame??" He roared angrily, punched hard, and aimed at Xia Qing's softly rubbed body, but before he punched her

, forcibly twisted the direction, and hit the wall behind Xia Qing's head straight and flatly. With a muffled bang, the wallpaper and the wall collapsed together, and a large piece was dented in the center of the fist.

Is this the potential that human beings can unleash?

Good - terrible -

"Shoot! Xia Qing! You know, as long as you pull the trigger, we will be evenly matched forever." Once and for all, there is no need to involve anything at all from now on.

"You... think... I... don't dare..." Struggling, she squeezed out a few words. The blue light in the rabbit gun was blazing, and it was pressed hard between his eyebrows. The huge power might burst out at any time.

"Of course you dare." There is no hesitation for someone who doesn't care. He already understood this when she fired the gun for the first time on the 19th floor.

Xia Qing could hardly breathe.

The vision gradually becomes dark, and the power of the body is gradually withdrawn.

Her finger clearly had the power to pull the trigger, but she never actually pressed it.

For a second, Xia Qing really thought that Jun Qi would kill her.

She could read the hatred in his eyes, it was clear and profound, just like her hatred for him, which had accumulated for more than five years and had become her own instinct.

She wanted to ask aloud, why did he still hate her in the end when he had clearly destroyed her love with his own hands, crushed her family to pieces, and destroyed the relatives who loved and cherished her one by one.

She wanted to ask why.

However, it seems that there is no chance to ask again.

Xia Qing's hand fell softly, and the rabbit gun fell to the ground with a snap.

The neck suddenly relaxed.

She fell into his arms, her little face pressed against his wet shoulder, and fresh air poured into her nostrils. She breathed greedily and coughed violently. She no longer had the strength to compete with him, and all her thoughts were focused on her big mouth.

Breathing heavily.

"Let her go, otherwise I will be rude to you!" A scolding voice suddenly appeared.