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On the day Wen Zhigu married Ji Xubai, there was a heavy rain in Beicheng.
Thunder rumbled and the night rain was loud.
The trees in the courtyard of Qingyu Garden were swayed by the wind, and the red ribbons were flying in the wind and knocked down by the rain.
The red candles in the hall were bright, illuminating the entire dormitory very brightly and warmly.
Wen Zhigu was put on a red wedding dress.
Ji Xubai came in drunk, closed the door, and walked lazily.
He lifted Wen Zhiyu's red headband, narrowed his eyes in confusion, and stared straight at the person in front of him.
The wedding dress she wore for him and the red headscarf she wore for him.
Ji Xubai lowered his head, held her face, and looked at her red makeup. His eyes were a little hot, but it was only for a moment. Suddenly, a harsh thunder broke through the sky. Ji Xubai gradually increased his strength and pinched her face. She lowered her chin, gazed deeply, and finally said coolly: "From now on, do you have to call me husband?"
Wen Zhigu looked at him directly and coldly, and opened his lips indifferently: "Husband."
Husband.
These two words should be affectionate and sentimental, they should be the affectionate call of a lover. Wen Zhigu's voice is clear and clear. The word "husband" must be very touching.
But these two words she shouted did not contain any emotion, as if they were just repeated mechanically by an unintentional person.
Even so, when Ji Xubai heard these two words, his fingers tightened slightly.
He was very drunk and planned to torture her until she cried tonight, but these two words of ice and cold made his heart feel inexplicably soft. He lowered his head and bit her as if to coax her. Red lips said, "I know what happened, let me shout again."
Wen Zhigu frowned and turned away.
Ji Xubai turned her face to face him again, kissing and nibbling her. When the love reached the depths, he tore her red dress into a mess. She was quite fair, but many old wounds were still there. The brand on her body was all brought to her by him.
Ji Xubai nibbled her all over, and finally landed on her smooth and flat belly. He lowered his head and kissed her, a very gentle kiss, as if he wanted to pour all his love into this unborn child.
Wen Zhigu closed his eyes slightly and reminded him without words: "You will go to hell in the future. If you meet Ling Xue and she asks you if you have avenged her, will you tell him that you married Wen Zhigu? "
Ji Xubai's movements froze. He slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes turned cold. He pinched her chin and opened his lips coldly: "If I want to go to hell, my wife will go with me."
His words were like a spell that pinned Wen Zhigu to the bed, unable to move.
It was deathly silent, except for the sound of the thunderstorm intensifying outside the window.
Ji Xubai finally let go of her and casually dropped the red dress on her naked body.
The door slammed shut, and Wen Zhigu was lying on the bed. She felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen. She clutched her stomach and tossed in pain. Hot tears fell down from the corners of her eyes, spilling on the pillow embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks.
She was a person who didn't believe in fate, but she met Ji Xubai, who used all extremely dirty methods to kill her.
The thunderstorm continued, and the red candle flickered and flickered.
The candlelight was so beautiful and the wedding dress was so beautiful, but it seemed like it was burying her heart.
Ji Xubai came back in the middle of the night. Not long after he went out, he remembered that it was his wedding night. There was no reason for him to be kicked out, but he didn't want to go back and see Wen Zhiyu's cold and determined eyes. .