The strong tingling sensation in the body made Jing Yiren open his eyes uncomfortably.

Looking at Dongfang Yanhe's scarlet eyes, Jing Yiren instinctively grabbed the pajamas that had been untied. The man in front of him is his husband who has been married for three years, but the relationship between the two has always been so indifferent.

Dongfang Yanhe was lying on Jing Yiren's chest, his clear eyes full of disdain.

"What's not to like? You are my Dongfang Yanhe's wife, isn't it the most normal thing to do this kind of thing with your husband? I haven't seen any part of your body, and now you are hiding it in front of me, do you think it's interesting?"

Dongfang Yanhe's mocking words made Jing Yiren frown slightly, and the pungent smell of wine lingered on the tip of her nose, making her want to retch.

Dongfang Yanhe pinched Jing Yiren's chin tightly, and the eyes of the two touched together.

"What's wrong? Can't stand me now? Don't forget, you said that as long as you can become my wife, it doesn't matter if you lose the whole world, these are your own choices. ”

Dongfang Yanhe felt hatred in his heart, yes, he had been married to Jingyiren for three years, but he didn't love the woman under him at all.

Since Jingyi people were desperate to be with him, his torture of Jingyi people after marriage could only intensify.

Jing Yiren looked at the drunk man, pushed him away directly, got up and poured a glass of water in the kitchen. It's just that the expression on his face is still submissive, and there is no resistance.

"Drink water, or tomorrow you'll have another headache. The expression on Jing Yiren's face was indifferent, but there was still concern in his tone.

Dongfang Yanhe had already sat up from the bed, looked up at Jing Yiren with a calm face in front of him, and directly waved the water in front of him.

Bang!

The glass fell to the floor, and it was particularly harsh in this silent and oppressive night.

At this moment, Dongfang Yanhe looked unusually violent, but Jingyi looked accustomed to it, squatting down to clean up the pieces.

Dongfang Yanhe grabbed Jingyiren's hand, not caring about the glass slag at all, it had already pierced Jingyiren's palm.

"Do you think that if you pretend to be docile in front of me, I will forgive you for what you have done? I am really curious, how did you force Xin'er away in the first place? If it weren't for Xin'er's departure, you would not have become Mrs. Dongfang at all!"

Dongfang Yanhe's angry roar resounded in Jing Yiren's ears, Jing Yiren only felt that she was in a commotion in her head at this moment, she raised her eyes, trying to make her words clear.

"I didn't know about Zhao Xin'er's departure three years ago, and I never thought about snatching love. I love you, but I've never done anything to hurt her. Why do you want me to take on ...... now?"

The latter sentence became the muttering of Jingyi people. Maybe she wasn't talking to Dongfang Yanhe, she was just asking herself.

"Do you think that as long as you keep repeating this to me, I will believe your nonsense? Don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, I have already seen through your tricks. ”

These conversations are often played out in the daily lives of the two, and Jingyi people have become accustomed to it. If it weren't for the pain in her palm, maybe she wouldn't have responded anymore.

Seeing Jing Yiren gasping for air, Dongfang Yanhe let go of his hand. Ignoring the injured Jingyi people, he went straight to the bathroom.

Jing Yiren squatted down, cleaning up the mess on the ground, tears kept sliding down from the corners of his eyes, and a wry smile appeared on his lips. Why, some things can't be changed by sticking to them?

Jing Yiren found the medicine box in the living room, bandaged the wound simply, and returned to the room.

The bathroom door was open, but Dongfang Yanhe was gone.

In fact, after the two got married, Dongfang Yanhe would find himself when he was drunk, and he used himself as air the rest of the time. Jingyi people's love for this man seems to be consuming little by little.

Jing Yiren closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy, if he hadn't insisted on going his own way and insisting on marrying Dongfang Yanhe, he wouldn't have suffered so many insults and grievances, these wounds could only be licked slowly in the middle of the night, and he didn't even dare to complain to his parents.

Dongfang Yanhe pushed open the study and stood by the windowsill looking at the night outside. He always felt that he married Jingyiren for revenge, but every time he lost his temper with Jingyiren, his mood did not improve in any way.

Even watching Jingyi people's repeated tolerance of themselves, their mood will become more irritable. The people around him said that no one loved themselves more than Jingyi people, but Dongfang Yanhe didn't care at all.

The night breeze drifted by the windowsill, and Jingyiren had a lot of thoughts and insomnia, which made her begin to have a kind of scrutiny of her marriage. Maybe this marriage was a bad decision from the beginning.

The discomfort in her stomach made her quickly get up from the bed. But there was nothing else but retching some sour water. She has been unable to eat lately, and her whole body looks even thinner.

At half past three in the morning, Jing Yicai fell asleep in a daze. But because of the repeated nightmares, I didn't get a good rest......