Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

"I want you to help me take a bath," Dongfang Mo replied brazenly, and then added: "I went back and forth to South Korea and Binhai in two days, and I was exhausted from travel and dust. Now I just want to take a shower and climb on the bed to sleep .”

"Why should I help you take a bath?" Mu Ru became annoyed after hearing his words, "I'm not your servant."

"You are my wife," Dongfang Mo still insisted on his shamelessness to the end, ignoring the anger on Mu Ru's face, and still said carelessly: "The duty of a wife is to serve her husband, and making her husband comfortable is the duty of a wife." responsibility."

"Bullshit responsibility," Mu Ru couldn't help swearing, and then quickly distinguished: "I'm not your wife, you and I know that."

Dongfang Mo frowned, and then said lightly: "Then what do you mean...you intend to be my mistress for the rest of your life, but don't you want to be my wife?"

Mistress for life?

Mu Ru stood there stunned for a moment before realizing that she was pretending to be Xi Muxue, but Xi Muxue was actually pretending to be her. In short, her current identity is Xi Muru, which is her original real identity.

And Xi Muru's identity, with Dongfang Mo, is her lifelong mistress, that is to say, she will never be able to separate from Dongfang Mo for the rest of her life.

Seeing that she stopped chewing, Dongfang Mo said lightly, "Xi Muru, you have to decide for yourself whether to let you marry me and be my wife according to what I told you when I captured you back in Paris, or continue to fulfill your obligations." That 100-year mistress agreement you signed with me."

Dongfang Mo paused at this point, and then said indifferently: "Because this is actually not a big loss to me, but to you..."

"I'm not Xi Muru!" Mu Ru blurted out instinctively, and then swallowed her saliva with difficulty: "I am... I am Yan Ru... that is... ..."

"I know you are Yan Ru," Dongfang Mo answered her very calmly, then stroked her cheek with his hand, and then said, "But you are not Xi Muxue, nor have you been around me for years The Xi Muru who pretended to be in Mocheng, you are the real Xi Muru, and you are also the Yan Ru I captured back from Paris."

Mu Ru leaned her whole back against the wall, and she didn't know whether it was because the wall was too cold or the soles of her feet were too cold. At this moment, looking at Dongfang Mo's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, she felt that her heart was trembling. cold.

"You mean..." Mu Ru stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick the corner of her mouth, and sucked in all the faded blood that just overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

However, she didn't know that her unintentional action made Dongfang Mo's heart itch. Dongfang Mo couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, his throat moved quickly, and a certain part of his body almost swelled. with.

So selfish, Xi Muru, this woman is so selfish, even licking the corner of her mouth, she only licks her own, and his mouth is less than three centimeters away from hers, and there is also light red blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, why did she just lick it? Can't give him a lick?

"Xi Muru, don't waste your words with me here, I'm very sleepy and tired, I just want to rest early," Dongfang Mo reached out and grabbed her wrist while speaking: "Come on, follow me to the bathroom, help me take a bath, I I haven't showered in a long time."