Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 218 Pain Can Teach Lessons
"Are you full?" Song Zhiwei felt that she had eaten a little too much, and Wei Xuan, who has a big appetite, might not be full, so she said, "Why don't you buy some snacks at home, and eat them if you are hungry at night."

It was originally a well-intentioned remark, but it reminded Wei Xuan that she was disobedient at noon today.

"Want to eat snacks?" The man's voice was deep and magnetic, "Didn't you eat enough at noon?"

When Song Zhiwei heard this, she immediately understood that he was going to settle the noon account with her, and immediately wanted to get up.

However, with a big hand around, she was firmly trapped on his lap like a copper wall.

"Guilty?" The black eyes drooped slightly, and the thick eyelashes covered up the emotions in his eyes, but Song Zhiwei could sense his displeasure no matter how dull he was.

She immediately explained: "I'm so tired at noon, I don't want to cook alone, and I didn't order takeaway. I ate downstairs."

"The downstairs is also dirty." Wei Xuan concluded.

Song Zhiwei blinked her eyes, and promised without sincerity: "I will try not to eat out in the future."

Wei Xuan didn't believe her words, since he told her to let her practice cooking for several months, she still eats and drinks outside every day.

For her disobedience and hanging up on his phone today, Wei Xuan, who always pays attention to rewards and punishments, feels that she must be punished.

He put her on his lap, suppressed her body with one hand, and was about to raise the other hand high.

Song Zhiwei immediately screamed and covered her waist, trying to stop his "violence", "Wei Xuan, you can't hit me!"

"Reason." The man sullenly gave the "criminal" a final chance to plead.

Song Zhiwei was angry and impatient, and hated his behavior of "domestic violence" on her every now and then. Although she was at fault first, she was not a child, so there was no reason for her to be beaten every time!

"Because, because my stomach is full, if you hit me, maybe I will fart!" In desperation, Song Zhiwei didn't care whether her words were vulgar or not, "Besides, if you hit me now, it may affect my digestion. Maybe I'll have diarrhea!"

Wei Xuan raised his thick eyebrows, "Call again later?"

Song Zhiwei bit her lip angrily, this stinky man insisted on beating him.

But being able to delay it for a while is a temporary thing, and maybe he will forget it later.

"Hmm!" Song Zhiwei could only nod with humiliation.

But Wei Xuan still didn't let her get up.

He suddenly changed his mind, "It's okay not to fight."

"Really?" Song Zhiwei turned her head and looked at him with a smile, "You are indeed the best."

Wei Xuan was not affected by her "sugar-coated cannonball", shook his head, and said, "But there is a condition."

Song Zhiwei thought to herself that the worst thing he could do to her was to beat her ass, as long as she didn't get beaten, she could promise anything. Anyway, she is a woman, not a gentleman, so she can refuse to admit it at that time.

With such thoughts in mind, Song Zhiwei nodded her head like a pest: "Okay, I promise, let me get up first."

Seeing that she agreed without even listening to the conditions, Wei Xuan's expression became a little playful, "Are you sure?"

Song Zhiwei nodded again, "Of course, let me get up quickly, my head is going to be congested."

Only then did Wei Xuan let her get up, but he didn't let her leave, and continued to sit on his lap.

"Tell me, what are the conditions." Sitting face to face on his lap, Song Zhiwei didn't realize how big a hole she had dug for herself.

"The condition is..." Wei Xuan deliberately elongated the ending, and his eyes became a little strange.

Song Zhiwei suddenly realized the danger from his expression and tone, and couldn't help becoming nervous.

Sure enough, after hearing his conditions, Song Zhiwei's face changed color with a bang.

Song Zhiwei protested stammeringly, as if her tongue had been swallowed by a cat: "No, not yet."

Wei Xuan gave her a look of "you have agreed just now", and suddenly interrupted her: "Sooner or later, you will have to 'adapt' sooner or later."

Song Zhiwei suddenly cried out with a "wow", put her arms around his neck, sobbed pitifully, trying to touch his hard heart, "No, you clearly agreed to wait a while, it hurts too much Yes, I'm afraid of pain!"

It's because he loves her that he endured it, okay?

Patting her on the back comfortingly, Wei Xuan said in a non-negotiable tone, "I will use more medicine."

Seeing that it was too soft, Song Zhiwei immediately became angry.

She slammed her fist on his chest and said angrily, "Wei, you don't care about my feelings at all!"

Her harmless fist hitting him would only stimulate him to "mutate" faster.

"Pain can teach you a lesson." Wei Xuan deliberately said with a straight face.

In fact, how could he be willing to really make her hurt, but some pain is inevitable, and it is impossible for them to have such a "superficial relationship" all the time.

He evaluated her body and thought that if she was milder, there shouldn't be any major problems.

But Song Zhiwei didn't want to experience any pain. She pouted her lips and tried to act coquettishly: "Can't we wait a little more, so we can all enjoy it."

The cute appearance of her pouting made his eyes soften, and he touched her smooth and jade-like cheek with his big palm, and he retreated a little: "Try it first, if you really can't stand it, I will stop."

After all, she was still "doomed".

"Woooo." She hugged his neck and cried again, lamenting why her life was so hard.

Wei Xuan pinched her slender waist amusedly and angrily, "This kind of 'blessing' is not enviable by others."

Song Zhiwei opened her mouth and bit a blood vessel in his neck, cursing, "Shameless!"

The pain stimulated Wei Xuan, and he suddenly lifted her waist, "The current posture is just right."

The two of them hadn't cooked it at the table either, so it was time to try something new.

Song Zhiwei yelled and protested: "No, I just finished eating, it will affect digestion—"

In the small living room, the smell of noodles has not completely dissipated, and the "taste" of hormones has been added.

The chandelier elongates two intertwined figures on the white wall. As time goes by, the ups and downs of the shadows change from slow to rapid, just like her exclamation, and they stay indoors for a long time.

(End of this chapter)