The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

"Get out." She said coldly without raising her eyes.

César looked at such admiration, and for some reason, his heart felt as if he had been hit hard with a hammer.

Except for very few times, she was almost never really close to him, and except when she was a child, she never really trusted and relied on her.

At least, she had never really been intimate with him like a woman.

However, César suddenly realized that she had never been so indifferent to him.

In other words, compared with the indifferent woman in front of him now, her alienation and even hurt in those past years have become warm memories.

Only at this moment, there was no wavering or warmth in her eyes facing him.

As if he was just an insignificant passerby to her.

Feeling like never before.

"Cesier," Shenmu said coldly again seeing that he didn't move, "If you don't go out, then I will go out."

Her patience was running out, and she was almost exhausted by him.

Once some things are used up, they are really gone.

Her face remained the same, but he felt strange. This strangeness made him feel strongly uneasy, and even his whole heart was empty.

She moved her lips, and said a little stiffly, "Mumu, how is your health? Recently, Uncle Han didn't ask for..."

"Can't die."

It's too late to worry about it now.

She no longer needs it.

Shenmu saw that he really had no intention of leaving, so she threw away the towel she had picked up just now, and threw it aside at any time, then walked past him, ready to leave here.

If he doesn't leave, she will.

César's movements were so fast that it was almost conditional, and he hugged the woman who was about to leave into his arms, "Gong Shenmu, what exactly do you want?"

He growled in her ear, with the anger of a trapped animal in his voice, "Why don't I even have the strength to be angry in front of you? Why can you do this and do whatever you want, and I still want to be like this? coaxing you?"

What does she want?She asked herself and she made it very clear that she didn't want him to be with An Mo, she just wanted him to be with her, but he couldn't do it, since he couldn't.

To put it bluntly, what does she want him to do?

"You can't bear her, and you can't let me go?" Shenmu curled her lips, her smile was cold, and even had a deep sense of meaninglessness, "I also think you've worked hard, both women have to be coaxed."

"I hate being hugged by you now, so let go of your hand." In the last sentence, she has returned to her icy attitude.

She didn't even want to let him hold her. The words that came out of her mouth lightly irritated César's nerves easily.

Therefore, instead of letting go, he tightened his arms, holding her even tighter in his arms.

Then he bowed his head and kissed her lips, blocking her hateful lips that were about to cut a knife in his heart as soon as she opened her mouth.

The familiar taste, the longing taste, instantly bewitched all his senses.

He married her, but so far they haven't had a real wedding night.

Shenmu struggled, but not to mention that they originally had a huge disparity in strength, not to mention that her current body was even more unlikely to be a man's opponent.

César easily pushed her against the cold wall in the bathroom, and kissed her passionately and fiercely.

And, the kiss is all the way down.

Shenmu felt powerlessly that she finally began to hate his kisses.

Unable to bear it, he pushed harder.

"Come on," her voice was small and broken, "Cesar, get out of here, you have no right to touch me."

A man who ignores his dying wife to spend time with other women has no right to touch her.

Even if he doesn't know her physical condition, he should know clearly that she is sick! !

She is sick, he can ignore it, but now he kisses her here, where does he have the qualifications? !

The undisguised indifference and disgust in her words angered the man who was already on the verge of burning even more.

The hand resting on her waist moved up, vigorously ripping off the collar of her blouse——

All movements stopped leisurely.

César stared at her bare collarbone and neck, a pair of dark green eyes dropped from the high temperature spread by the firelight to the severe cold and darkness like the [-]th floor of hell.

Shenmu didn't feel much about his pause, she just took the opportunity to forcefully push him away, wanting to leave without even looking at her.

In the next second, the force that almost crushed her bones threw her to the wall again, with her knee against her leg, preventing her from escaping.

Shenmu glared at him angrily, but immediately realized that this man had never been so gloomy and terrifying in front of her.

With that look, it seemed that if one didn't restrain himself, he would really charge up and strangle her to death.

The cold killing intent spread wantonly in the bathroom, and from the beginning to the end, his eyes never left her collarbone.

He looked at her now, like a hell on earth.

"Who did you let touch you?" The chilling tone seemed to come out of his larynx, word by word.

"Gong Shenmu, you really dare to let other men touch you, hello, you are so kind."

Knowing something and seeing it with your own eyes are two completely different things.

For example, for César, the god of the palace is not chaste.

He knew clearly from the first time he possessed her that he was not her first man, let alone the only one.

Her first time was not his, even if he brought her out of Yinmei's villa yesterday, they hadn't had time to happen, but they had lived together earlier, he never believed that they had nothing happened before.

He just never thought about it.

He just told himself over and over again that none of that mattered, as long as he was the last person he was with, as long as he was the last person who owned her, and everything else together, it didn't matter.

How could it not matter.

The woman he loved once belonged to someone else, so how could it not matter?

That's not enough, it's just a self-defeating joke.

He can't wait to kill all the men who have ever had a relationship with her.

But at this moment, he looked at the clear and forceful hickey marks on her neck and collarbone, and even wanted to kill the woman in front of him and in his hands.

She dared to appear in front of him with a hickey that wasn't left by him. He smiled lowly, like a demon whispering, "Gong Shenmu, are you really not afraid that I will go crazy and ruin you?"

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