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"Shu Zimo, even if I've done a lot of wrong things, I still know that I can correct my mistakes. I will also try to salvage the situation, but what about you? You are now a rapist, and how much more noble are you than I am? "

Little Jie was blaming Zimo while crying.

Yes, she was his wife, but if she was like Zimo, how could it be any different from rape?

Furthermore, the law also said that even between husband and wife, as long as the wife disagrees, it was still rape.

"She Xiaojie, what did you say?"

Shu Zimo gritted his teeth. This woman, she actually used rape!

"If this isn't rape, then what is it?"

Seeing that Zimo had stopped, Xiao Jie tried to stand up, but she was still under her overbearing pressure.

"Is that so? Strong, violent, right? I nearly forgot that being strong and violent can also be punished. "

Zimo sneered, this woman is really not simple, no wonder he was played around by her.

At this moment, she could even confidently accuse him of rape.

Very well, then, he would have her beg him.

"Let me go."

Seeing Zimo's cold smile, Xiao Jie's heart turned cold.

"Let go of her! NO, NO, wife, it's not illegal for husband and wife to have intimate relationships during the day, right?"

"I don't agree."

Xiao Jie supported her hands on the bed and kept moving backwards.

"Don't worry. I will definitely make you say that word. I will definitely make you be willing."

Zimo used his physical advantage to press Xiao Jie down, blowing hot air into her ear with his lips.

"Wife, I wonder if this is considered excessive?"

"Ah …" "Don't..."

With that sound, Zimo's hand really did stop moving.

However, Xiao Jie cried with even more embarrassing words.

"Don't stop... "Don't..."

Contradictions, pain, all these made Xiao Jie's defense line collapse.

"Wife, do you want to stop? "Or don't you want to stop?" "Don't stop..."

Little Jie finally cried, she admitted, she lost.

"Then what do you want?"

Zimo was biting on her sensitivity, waiting for her invitation.

"I want you …" Ah … I want you to love me … "

Little Jie cried and panted at the same time. She did not even have the ability to hate herself for not being able to live up to her expectations.

"Then right now, are there any stronger ones or weaker ones?"

His body was about to explode, but he still had to wait for that sentence.

At this time, Xiao Jie seemed to have woken up and stopped talking.

Zimo had no choice but to use his trump card...

"Wife, do you want a husband?"

the tempting question in her ear.

"I want to …"

"Then this was your voluntary act?"

"Yes …" Husband, please... "Love me …"

Closing his eyes, he allowed the tears of humiliation to fall onto his pillow.

Feeling Zimo's wild love.

She loved him, and it was because of that love that she lost.

But did he understand? Would he understand her love?

After that day, Zimo would ask for her every day and night, regardless of the location.

In the bathroom, in the living room, on the floor, even when she was cooking.

Every time, he used the most evil method to force her to retreat.

Every time he had not only ravaged her body, but also insulted her with her words, Xiao Jie had to endure it.

However, the scolding Xiao Jie, who could not retaliate at all, caused Zimo to panic.

He woke up every night to see the tears on her face, and he felt a deep sense of guilt.

His heart told him that the woman beside him was his wife.

But another heart told her that the woman beside her was a liar.

And he was the most detestable and cruel swindler in the world.

This sort of conflict tormented Zi Mo so much that he could not sleep at night.

He didn't say anything about it during the meal, he just silently carried the dishes and filled the bowls. When he finished, he just stood there quietly, waiting for him to finish eating.

Xiao Jie seemed to be getting further and further away from him.

In the office, the smoke seemed to form a fairyland. Zimo was like the immortal in fairyland, but he couldn't untie the knot in his heart.

He didn't know when it started, but he was afraid to go home, afraid to see that dumb 'doll'.

Indeed, the current Xiao Jie felt like an inflatable doll to him.

She wouldn't resist, she wouldn't reject, and she would only cooperate. The only difference was that she had the temperature.

Although he loved her body, every time he made love, there would always be an endless emptiness waiting for him.

The satisfaction of the body would never be able to heal the wound in the heart.

Sometimes he wanted to speak gently to her, but the first thing he did was to say something bad.

It was because something had happened to Xiao Wan. Even though it had nothing to do with Xiao Jie, he was still angry with her.

Wen Yi Fei was missing, and it was as if Wan'er had lost her soul. If it wasn't for Xiao Jie's conspiracy, all of this wouldn't have happened.

It was time to get off work again, but Zimo didn't have the desire to go home.

Apart from the inflatable doll in the house, it was the kind of guilt that made people suffocate with modesty.

After sitting in the office for another hour, Zimo finally picked up the car keys.

The car was heading home, but it turned off at the first intersection.

That was the nightclub he hadn't been to for a long time.

The playboy days of the past seemed far away. At that time, even though it was empty, it wouldn't be like now.

Without hesitation, he ordered two women.

Just like he remembered, he pulled the two women into his embrace and kissed them.

But there was no desire, and the guilt was worse.

When his hand entered the woman's dress, it felt like it had been stung by a scorpion. His hand stiffened, as if he had lost consciousness.

She was clearly a Bobo, and she was clearly a beauty.

And younger and more energetic than the little daughter-in-law.

Every woman here was better than an inflatable doll.

However, it was as if he had suddenly lost all interest and became impotent.

Other than drinking, he didn't have the slightest bit of sexual interest.

That night, he was drunk in a nightclub. The next morning, he staggered back to the company.

But the woman didn't have a phone.

She didn't ask him where he had been that night.

He didn't ask why he didn't go home either.

Not even a phone call.

That day, Zimo kept looking at the phone, staring from noon until the end of the day.

There were phone calls, but none of them were what he wanted.

It was eight in the evening again. Usually at this hour, he would have already eaten.

Usually at this time, he would have already rolled onto the bed with his wife. However, this time, he was staring at the phone like he was possessed.

Picking up the phone, he almost impulsively wanted to call back.

However, he held himself back. This time, he definitely couldn't be tricked by that woman again. He definitely couldn't be tricked by her again.

Ye Zichen hung up the phone. Just like yesterday, the car turned towards the nightclub on the way.

It was still the same as yesterday. Beautiful wine and beauties, but it was also the same as yesterday.

He didn't do anything but keep drinking. He didn't even touch a woman.

A week passed, and Shu Zimo seemed to think of the nightclub as a home.

But there was no woman in the club he wanted.

That little daughter-in-law hasn't made a single call in a week.

She did not come to him at the company, either, as if he did not exist in her eyes.

Shu Zimo's heart ached. He hated him for being her husband. But when her husband had not returned for a week, she had not reacted at all.

Was there such a wife in the world?

Suddenly, a possibility that he was afraid of flashed into his mind.

Could it be …

Did she run away again? Running away from home again?

Picking up the key, regardless of the time, he wanted to rush into the elevator as if he had seen a ghost.

The car was speeding. If this wasn't business time, there would have been a car accident in the morning.

He wondered if the electronic eye had recorded him speeding and running red lights.

Anyway, he didn't care. All he wanted to know was if that woman had run away.

Would he also sell his house?

Today was the least he had done since the beginning, from the company to the family.

When he arrived at the residential complex, he didn't go home. Instead, he asked the security guards if the wife had left home.

His heart returned to its original position when he received a positive answer.

It seemed like he was overthinking things. Should he go home?

Shu Zimo was a little hesitant. Go back? Would that woman laugh at him if she saw him?

Won't you go back? What if the security guards misjudged him?

He drove away a bit and watched from the car, waiting for the woman to come out, because the security guard said she came out once in the morning and once in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to get out of the car to buy cigarettes, he saw his wife.

But how could she be so thin? Haven't you eaten for a week?

Shu Zimo's hand slammed heavily on the steering wheel.

Did that damned woman insist on imposing a crime of mistreatment on him?

It had only been a week, but she was already so thin, such a hateful woman.