Married and sweet love, Lu Shao spoils his wife without limit

Chapter 1 The guilty woman

In the luxurious and stately water garden villa.

On the big English-style bed, a young girl was sleeping soundly. Her long black hair was floating casually on the pillow. Her fair and delicate face was a little blush, and there seemed to be no trace of cold sweat on her forehead.

As if dreaming of something, her head kept shaking from side to side, cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her light white gauze pajamas were soaked in sweat.

"Don't...don't..."

The woman's pink lips were lightly parted, and she seemed to be talking nonsense, and her words were full of fear.

"boom--"

The door of the room was suddenly kicked open from the outside.A loud noise suddenly sounded in the quiet room, and the woman on the bed was startled awake.

"what--"

An Qiaoran sat on the bed in shock, her eyes were filled with deep fear, her breathing was a little short, and her chest kept rising and falling.

Before she could react from the nightmare, a huge figure enveloped her, and she couldn't help but look up at the man in front of her.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a white shirt and trousers, two pieces were missing from the collar of the shirt, revealing his sexy collarbone.

Looking up, there is a terrifyingly handsome face, with intact facial lines and contours, as handsome and charming as a sculpture.

Under a head of flowing short hair is a pair of deep black eyes, revealing unknown emotions, indifference and arrogance, a high nose bridge, and tight thin lips, all of which portray a man's handsome face.

This person exudes a frightening aura all over his body, which makes people dare not approach him, let alone look directly at him.

An Qiaoran looked at the man in front of him, and felt a sense of fear in his heart. He shrank back involuntarily, and looked at him vigilantly with bright eyes full of fear.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Because of fear, her voice was trembling, which was enough to see how afraid she was of the man in front of her.

Lu Yuchen looked at the woman who kept retreating on the bed, his thin lips curved into a sneer, and then his cold voice rang out in the quiet room.

"Woman, are you so guilty when you do something wrong?"

Guilty?Hearing the man's words, An Qiaoran's expression turned pale.

"I didn't!" An Qiaoran protested loudly. Although she lacked confidence, she still muttered to defend, her voice getting smaller and smaller, "I'm not guilty, I'm not..."

Lu Yuchen looked at the woman with dodging eyes, narrowed his eyes coldly, and sized her up dangerously. "No?"

He asked her coldly, with a warning between his words.

Immediately afterwards, he bent down and took a step forward.

An Qiaoran was even more frightened by his actions, and turned pale with fright, "Don't come here!"

She wanted to retreat again, but there was a bed board behind her, she had no way to retreat, and she was flustered and scared.

Suddenly, a big hand stretched out towards her, pinching her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze.

Seeing his deep and cold eyes, An Qiaoran was afraid for a while, and wanted to lower her head, but the big palm that clamped her made her unable to resist at all, and she could only look at him forcedly.

But his gaze was too sharp, and she dodged her eyes, just not looking at him.

The hand holding her chin tightened suddenly, followed by a man's disdainful voice.

"You're not guilty, why don't you dare look at me?"

"I……"

An Qiaoran's chin was so painful that he felt like it was going to be broken, and his face showed pain, but the man was indifferent to this and pushed even harder.

"You...let me go..." An Qiaoran said this with a lot of effort, because...she is really in pain right now.

(End of this chapter)