The breath on the man rushed towards his face, as cold as the first snow in winter.
Ye Wen was completely stunned, and she didn't regain her senses until her thin lips fell under her eyelids.
The lips were a little cold, and even the kiss was cold, and it fell on the eyelids, and then on the brow, without any order.
Ye Wen: ... can you kiss me well!
As if hearing her inner voice, the fingers pinched on the chin moved up, and the fingertips pressed her bright red lips.
The cool kiss passed over the tip of her nose like a spring breeze, and finally landed on her lips accurately.
Xie Shuo didn't give her any time to buffer, and pressed her lips forcefully and directly.
Ye Wen was completely dazed by his kiss, staring blankly at the slender eyelashes and stern face that was close at hand, his lips and teeth were filled with an unprecedented strange breath, wantonly grabbing for breath.
Feeling dizzy in her head, she involuntarily raised her chin, and her slightly raised eyelashes flickered up and down.
It's a sunny summer day, the sunshade curtains are down, and a little flickering light leaks in through the gaps.
There was a sudden pain in the neck, and the man's lips moved to the side of the neck at some point, and the slender hand that was as long as jade was released from the lower jaw, and fell to another place.
The fabric of the light-colored long skirt was light and soft, and it was ruthlessly creased into folds, like clouds piled up.
Ye Wen was awakened by the pain, and finally realized that something was wrong, and shrank back subconsciously.
It's not like he's bluffing her today, let alone joking...
But she didn't provoke him too much, did she? Didn't he just blow his breath and tell him a joke? I haven't seen him react much at ordinary times, why did he explode today
Ye Wen was stuck on the sofa, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know whether to resist or obey.
In the confusion, she felt a slender and powerful hand groping under her ribs, as if she wanted to find the zipper of the skirt, but she couldn't find it no matter what.
Everything happened so suddenly, Ye Wen was suddenly a little scared, and raised his hand to grab his arm, his fingertips turned white from the force.
She tried to push him away, wanting to discuss with him whether she could proceed step by step and let her prepare mentally first, but in the next second, her slender wrist was pinched and pinned to the edge of the sofa.
Both legs wanted to curl up, but they were firmly pressed down, unable to move.
"You're cold—"
"Calm down" before finishing the words, the sound of cloth being ripped suddenly resounded in the air.
! ! !
Ye Wen's shoulders felt cold, and his dark eyes suddenly widened.
This is my new dress! ! ! I only wore it once! ! !
Ye Wen raised his eyes, and met the man's cold and indifferent face, with a high nose and thin lips, without a trace of emotion, and his deep eyes were bottomless, exuding a strong hostility.
... He was simply venting his emotions.
Ye Wen felt a chill in his heart, and the little bit of emotion that had just been produced by his kiss disappeared in an instant, replaced by a chilling sense of humiliation.
She woke up completely, raised her other hand and pushed him hard, and her legs began to struggle.
"What are you doing? Let me go! You are raped within marriage..."
Her slender fingers flapped and scratched randomly, but it didn't have much effect. Compared with his, her strength was pitifully small.
"Xie Shuo!"
She screamed as hard as she could, and the movements on her body finally paused briefly.
Taking advantage of this gap, she stretched out her arms, grabbed the pillow that fell to the ground, and slammed it on his head.
Xie Shuo let go of his hand a little, Ye Wen desperately pushed him away, broke free, and fell to the floor in embarrassment.
Regardless of the pain, she quickly got up from the ground, staggered a few bare feet, and slammed into the desk next to her.
When the desk was hit by her like this, the white porcelain teacup on the corner of the table rolled down and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Broken porcelain splashed onto her bare insteps, and the tea spilled and overflowed to the soles of her feet.
"Are you crazy?!"
Ye Wen held onto the table tightly, her hair was disheveled, her breathing was unsteady, and her chest heaved violently.
The shoulder collar of the skirt had been torn, and it was hanging on her body in a broken and miserable way. She had to raise her hand to grab it.
Hearing the sound of the teacup breaking, Xie Shuo seemed to wake up a lot. He sat down on the sofa, resting his slender fingers on the center of his brows, and didn't make any other excessive movements.
Different from Ye Wen's embarrassment, his clothes and trousers were still in order, and he even only undid one button on the collar of his shirt. He looked cold, as if he was not the one who went crazy just now.
Ye Wen looked at him, and suddenly remembered many things, things he knew, and things he didn't remember... His eyes slowly turned red.
The nose was sore, and the corners of the eyes were wet, which she forcibly held back.
"You feel uncomfortable, why are you angry at me? I didn't make you become like this! After I married you, what is there to be sorry for you, you want to bully me like this? What do you think of me?"
At the end of the speech, his voice choked up.
Xie Shuo lowered his eyes slightly and remained silent.
Ye Wen couldn't continue, and didn't want to face him again, so he wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, walked around the broken porcelain on the ground, and walked out barefoot.
As soon as he stepped out of the study door, he saw Aunt Zhou standing not far away.
She had obviously heard the commotion inside, and she had a worried look on her face.
Ye Wen was stunned for a moment, feeling embarrassed, looked away hastily, grabbed the torn skirt tightly, and quickly entered the bedroom.
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The light in the cloakroom automatically turned on. She closed her eyes for a moment, calmed down, and picked out a loose and comfortable home dress from the closet to change into. After changing, I was not in the mood to do anything else, and sat by the bed alone in a daze.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun is shining brightly, the vegetation is towering, and the chirping of cicadas can be faintly heard, making the interior of the house look like a still image.
After a while, Ye Wen got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face and comb his hair.
In the clean mirror, a somewhat embarrassed face was reflected, the red lips were slightly swollen, as if after being tortured, it looked inexplicably ambiguous.
Ye Wen supported the washbasin with one hand, looked at himself in the mirror, stretched out his index finger to touch his lips, and felt a little pain.
She frowned, moved closer, raised her neck again, pulled off her collar, and found bruises on the side of her neck and collarbone, and a dull pain in her chest.
... Beasts!
If I had known earlier, I should have punched his head and kicked him hard!
After tidying up, Ye Wen became more and more angry, and planned to start the game to vent, but he searched the house like a headless chicken for a long time, but he couldn't find his mobile phone.
She stopped by the bed, and suddenly remembered that the mobile phone was in her bag, and the bag was thrown in the living room downstairs when she came back.
I was really confused by his anger!
Ye Wen found a new pair of slippers to put on, went out of the house and went downstairs to get the bag in the living room.
Aunt Zhou seemed to be waiting for her. Seeing her coming down, she picked up her bag and hurried forward to ask, "Where is Madam going?"
Ye Wen raised his eyes, caught a glimpse of the nervous expression on her face, and almost immediately guessed what she was thinking—she was afraid that she would run back to her mother's house to sue in a fit of anger.
Ye Wen couldn't help but twitched the corner of her lower lip, feeling that she was really thinking too much.
Although she is the eldest lady of the Ye family in name, she did not grow up in the Ye family since she was a child, and her relationship with the Ye family is not close. No matter how wronged you are, you can only suffer it yourself.
Perhaps there was also this reason why Xie Baiyan chose her as his daughter-in-law.
"Is something wrong?" Ye Wen asked softly.
Seeing her talking, Aunt Zhou quickly smiled and said, "I just stewed some papaya, white fungus and lotus seeds soup. My little niece picked the lotus seeds from the countryside specially. Madam, do you want to try it?"
Previously at the old man's side, there were a lot of people and the elegant persona was maintained. Ye Wen didn't eat much, but now he was really hungry. She put down her bag and said, "Okay."
Aunt Zhou breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and hurriedly turned to the kitchen to bring out the filled lotus seed soup and put it on the dining table.
The white porcelain bowl, with the fragrance of lotus seeds, looks very nice.
Ye Wen sat down at the dining table, pinched the small spoon with her white fingers, lowered her head and began to eat slowly.
Aunt Zhou was watching from the side, she hesitated to speak for a long time, and suddenly said: "Ma'am, I have stayed in Xie's house for more than ten years, and I almost grew up with the young master..."
Hearing this, Ye Wen raised his head.
Aunt Zhou looked at her and said, "Actually, he was not like this before, but too many things have happened in the past two years, and his eyes can't see..."
Ye Wen was stunned, as if thinking of something, for a long time, lowered his eyes, staring at the lotus seeds in the bowl.
"I know," she whispered.
If she didn't know, how could she be so lonely and lose the rest of her life
"What's the matter, madam, take care of it, don't take it to heart..."
Aunt Zhou nagged a few words, afraid that she would not like to listen, so she stopped, and then asked softly: "How does this lotus seed soup taste? Is it too hot?"
Ye Wen shook his head and smiled: "No, the taste is quite good."
Sweet but not greasy, warm and fragrant, half of her mood was healed, and her anger also subsided.
Soon, a small bowl of lotus seed soup was drained, Ye Wen put down the spoon, and Aunt Zhou asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat more?"
Ye Wen's appetite was whetted, and he nodded without being pretentious.
Aunt Zhou brought her another bowl full, and Ye Wen couldn't help but glanced outside the restaurant.
Guessing what she was thinking, Aunt Zhou said with a stern face, "Don't leave it for him. What kind of lotus seed soup do you want for a big man? This is stewed by Aunt Zhou for you alone. You can eat as much as you want."
Even though he knew that she said this on purpose to calm her down, Ye Wen was still amused.
Seeing her smiling face, Aunt Zhou felt relieved, sat down beside her, and said, "Madam, if there is anything else you want to eat, tell Aunt Zhou, and Aunt Zhou will make it for you."
Ye Wen really thought about it: "Can Aunt Zhou know how to make cakes?"
Aunt Zhou: "Is Madam's birthday coming?"
Ye Wen shook his head: "No, I just want to eat cake suddenly."
Aunt Zhou said: "Aunt Zhou is not very good at making desserts, but my daughter can. I will learn from her someday."
"Aunt Zhou has a daughter?"
"There is one, who is older than my wife, is married, and has a two-year-old child..."
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After eating two bowls of lotus seed soup and chatting with Aunt Zhou for a long time, Ye Wen felt comfortable all over, and the depression in his heart almost disappeared.
At around six o'clock, when the sun went down, she went back upstairs and pushed open the door of the study.
Xie Shuo was still sitting in the original position, maintaining a basically unchanged posture. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sunset was all over the sky. He was sitting alone, his figure showing a trace of loneliness.
Ye Wen stood at the door for a few seconds, walked over slowly, and stopped in front of him.
"let's talk?"
Finally, there was a little movement in the still picture, he raised his eyes slightly, and turned towards her.
Ye Wen sat down at the side, and said slowly: "I know, you don't like me, and you have never regarded me as your wife, but anyway, you and I both agreed to get married, even if you don't If you are willing, no matter how impatient you are, at least give me some basic respect... "
She paused, and saw his eyelashes move slightly, and there was a trace of expression on his face.
"I've been married for so long, I don't think I've ever felt sorry for you. I've done what I should and can do. You don't like me, I don't force it, and I don't blame you. You made it clear to me long before you got married. , you are not wrong about this, it is me..."
She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, she turned her face away and looked out the window, as if she was adjusting her emotions.
"To put it bluntly, you married me to find someone to take care of your life, so we might as well make an agreement - if one day your eyes are cured and you can see again, we will divorce and have nothing to do with each other."
The sky in the distance is covered with clouds and clouds, and the setting sun is reflected on the glass windows, creating a gorgeous background picture.
Xie Shuo put his hands on his lap, his slender and clean finger bones slightly curled up, his eyes were facing her, and the expression on his face was unpredictable.
After a long time, he finally spoke, his voice was light, not as deep as before.
He asked, "What if I can't get better?"
Ye Fan looked back at him, his eyes quietly fell on his face, his clear eyes were in a trance, as if he had returned to a long memory.
The evening wind blows through the curtains, she whispered—
"Then we will continue to be husband and wife."
The author has something to say: The crematorium for chasing his wife has been arranged (*￣︶￣)
The comment says that you can recover your eyesight after sleeping, so be more sober! This is not Xiuxian Wen, there is no setting for dual cultivation and treatment!
PS: I don’t know if this chapter will be locked or not. The previous chapters are pending high-level review, although I didn’t write anything _(:з」∠)_
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