"You are shameless!" Yuxuan pushed away the man's approaching chest.

Li Beichen's face was cold, and his dangerous half squint fundus made people dare not look directly at him.

Realizing that his push and pull hurt his chest, Yuxuan swallowed his saliva, "are you okay?"

Li Beichen frowned unhappily, "what do you think?"

Yuxuan pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled a little ugly.

He is.

Get angry?

He said that first.

Now it's better that she made a mistake?

Lying on the hospital bed in confusion.

Li Beichen's deep and cold eyebrows and eyes sank.

He took two steps towards her with his straight legs, and his long finger carelessly untied his shirt collar.

The bed sank down. Yuxuan's back was slightly stiff and looked at the man lying beside him in amazement.

"Li Bei..."

The man touched the confusion in her eyes, bent over and kissed her lips, swallowing every word she wanted to say.

His generous palm easily shackled her waist.

Yuxuan was stunned.

She can't retreat.

The man's steady breath drowned her thoughts.

Out of breath after being kissed, he took advantage of it.

Li Beichen's kiss was tinged with punishment.

He has the most primitive desires and impulses of men in his eyes.

She was not light or heavy, but Yuxuan had no room to struggle, just like a rabbit on the cutting board.

Until the temperature of his palm became hot and restlessly poked into her clothes, Yuxuan didn't come back and struggle.

"Li Beichen, you are tired..."

He raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly, he smiled.

Thin and cool lips evoke a seemingly endless arc.

Noble and arrogant, inverting all sentient beings.

With one hand on the pillow, the long finger lifted a strand of hair pasted on her face, "my strength, don't you know?"

Yuxuan's face suddenly turned crimson.

The heart beats like thunder.

So vaguely close to her, the man can say nothing.

Her legs were tucked in the quilt.

Li Beichen hugged her and clearly felt that her delicate body trembled slightly, and her handsome and extraordinary face was ambiguous.

"So doubt my physical strength, is it not enough sexual happiness?"

The man's warm breath poured into her ears, crisp and itchy.

Yuxuan bowed his head and buried it deep into his chest. He didn't know how to answer shyly.

Li Beichen looked at her like this, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows overflowed with tenderness.

It seems that she can't stand ambiguity all the time.

The long finger pulled up the falling quilt. He didn't let go of her. His low voice was a little hoarse, "sleep."

Yuxuan was stiff all over and took a deep breath, "... Um."

Nestled in his tall figure, she became more and more petite.

After turning off the light, Li Beichen quietly looked at the woman in his arms.

Ever since giovinci appeared in her sight, she was really cranky.

But he can't let her go on like this.

His and her marriage should be as if there were no turbulence.

And he will never allow her to tell him again and again that she wants a divorce and she wants to leave him.

He rubbed the sleeping woman in his arms more and more tightly, and Li Beichen frowned, "about Qiao Wenxi, it's not what you think."

The sharpened lower jaw was against her soft hair, and the low magnetic voice gradually lowered in her ear. The traceless tenderness was lost in the night, "you are my wife, always my wife."

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Yuxuan had been recuperating in the hospital for three days, and Li Beichen agreed to her discharge.

But she didn't expect that earth shaking things had happened in just three days.

Jiang Wenhao was arrested in the police station. The procuratorate has begun to investigate and will be tried soon.

More than ten years or even longer.