Arresting the little runaway wife: please be gentle with the wolf-like president

But how could his strength compete with Sikong Zeye?Sikong Zeye only tugged a few times, and the quilt was finally torn off by him.

He grabbed her arm and forced her to sit up!

Bai Yunshang lowered her head, her hair and bangs fell, and her entire face was sunk in shadow.

She was afraid that his tears would be seen by him, and that his fragility would be peeped at by him, then he could use her timidity to blackmail her.

She's had enough, really enough...[

Sikong Zeye stood indifferently by the bed, about to lift her chin, Bai Yunshang quickly waved him off: "Don't touch me!"

"You are my woman, I won't touch you, who else do you want to touch you?"

"Don't touch me!" She snapped, and opened his hand again, so hard that her own hand was numb and painful.

Sikong Zeye didn't reach out to lift her chin for the third time, the anger in his chest became more and more intense.

He was stunned by the unrelieved breath: "You think I have to touch you?"

"..."

"You don't want my child, there are so many women lining up to give birth to me in this world."

"Of course, you are so charming, then please go find those women who are willing to give birth to you."

"Bai Yunshang, do you really think you are a pure and beautiful fairy?"

"I never thought of it that way. I'm a plaything, whore, scum..."

"When did you learn this advantage?" Sikong Zeye laughed mockingly, "Self-knowledge."

Bai Yunshang bit her lower lip hard, ignoring the feeling of being stabbed, and said coldly: "If you still want to do something to me, just let the horse come here. I'm going to sleep now, rest, wait until you think about it." call me."

After speaking, Bai Yunshang lay back and pulled up the quilt to cover her.

Sikong Zeye was left there in the cold, staring at her for a long time...

In the end, angrily, he slammed the door and left the bedroom.

That night, Sikong Zeye didn't sleep beside her for the first time, but moved into the guest bedroom next door.

It was strange that no matter how sleepy Bai Yunshang was that night, she couldn't fall asleep.

She would think of the time when Sikong Zeye was gentle to her, then the time when Sikong Zeye was violent to her, then she would think of the dreamlike childhood between her and Mo Liuyuan, and then she would think of the sadness when Mo Liuyuan was looking for her sad eyes...

A moody tyrant. [

A melancholy and forbearing prince.