He deliberately disturbed my emotions and didn't forget to pinch me the waist.

I bared my teeth and glared at him, and when I entered the house, I struggled in all kinds of ways, and he held me as steady as Mount Tai, without shaking at all!

"Let me go, I'm hungry!"

I looked at the kitchen and pretended to be hungry, so he should let me go!

"I'll feed you slowly!"

He stared at me with wincing eyes, and a touch of thick emotions immediately opened up in his eyes, and the light smile on the corner of his mouth became a little ambiguous, and he carried me upstairs.

Oh no, he didn't think I meant that!

I struggled and screamed and he didn't move, until I was still in the huge double bed, and I realized that his breathing had become a little heavy.

I scurried to my feet, jumped to the other end of the bed and looked at him defensively, thinking that while he was not looking, I rushed to the door with one lunge!

He stood beside the bed, like a male leopard watching his prey's eyes glow, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his lips.

"You..... You...... Don't come here!" I picked up an old-fashioned dagger hanging above his bedhead and pointed at him with a shudder.

Seeing that I was so frightened, he smiled even deeper, took a step to unbutton a button, and walked in front of me just as he threw away his shirt and put his hands on the belt buckle.

I swallowed, and if he dared to untie the belt in front of him, I would stop doing it and make him simply stop thinking about it.

He was not at all afraid of the dagger in my hand, and as he walked closer to me, he suddenly cornered me, and I shivered and pointed at him.

"Come, I'll teach you how to make me remember you for the rest of my life!" he stabbed him in the chest as he grabbed my knife-holding hand, and let out a snort.

I looked at the hilt of the sword dumbfounded, could the dagger really hurt him, did it?

I held the dagger with my hands stiff, afraid that if I let go, my flesh would fly, I didn't mean to be a murderer!

His hands were trembling and he couldn't hold the dagger, his legs were trembling, and he was about to go limp all of a sudden.

He took the dagger away with me, and I slammed my eyes shut, not daring to look at it, and after a few seconds, my face was not covered with the expected warmth.

I squinted and saw that his chest was intact before I opened my eyes and stroked his chest in disbelief.

No way, I heard a pop, and the sound was the sound of an iron object sinking into the flesh, and the sound couldn't be faked!

I looked at him in disbelief, and he said lightly, "This is a toy dagger, retractable!"

The hanging heart could finally be put down, but the thought of him playing tricks on me made me feel very uncomfortable, and I turned away and didn't want to deal with him.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed my chin, forcing me to turn my face to meet his gaze, but his eyes looked away in a hurry, but he couldn't escape his hot pursuit.

"If it were a real dagger, would you be willing to stab it?"

The warm scent lingered in my second fat, wrapped in his unique light mint aroma, as if it was about to hook my heart.

If the dagger was real, would I stab it? Will I? I asked myself over and over again in my mind, if I hurt Song Chichang, would I feel distressed?

Will it?

I didn't dare to think about it, as if that feeling was spreading and growing wildly in the bottom of my heart, and it was almost irrepressible.

"Nonsense, you stabbed it yourself!" I tried to hide my panic, but my heart trembled terribly.

I just want to scare and scare him, who knows that he will grab my hand and stab him down, that is not my intention at all, how can I say that I want to hurt him!

It's a mess, my mind is full of numbness, and I can't tell what it feels like!

"Really, that means you're reluctant to kill me?" the smile curled up at his lips grew more and more seductive. I fell in an instant into his spreading starlight.

"Who said I couldn't bear it!"

But why is it that my heart is so clogged when it comes to mentioning that it has nothing to do with me?

I gave him a blank look, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down a little angry, he used such a gadget to test my sincerity!

"It seems that I am not working hard enough to please you!" he said, taking me into his arms, and I lay on the bed, he was half-lying beside me, one arm dragging my neck, and the posture was extremely ambiguous.

His heartbeat was revealed, and he lost his gentle eyes like water, and he smiled with a smile on his face, which was different kind of warmth.

His other hand slowly stroked my cheek, pulling all the broken hair from my forehead behind my ear, and the hot fingertips tugged at my heartstrings.

I cowered to avoid his hot breath. But he didn't give me the slightest chance to hold me tighter.

I tugged at the sheets and twitched nervously, could something be destined to happen tonight? The words in the car rushed into my head, my breath became hot, and a fire seemed to be scorching me.

"Get up!" I shoved him, and as soon as I touched his chest, it shrank back, and the temperature was so frightening that I now found that even his eyes were stained with a hazy lust.

I swallowed, biting my lip and wondering how to get out, I couldn't really be eaten and wiped clean by him!

I'm still a big girl, that's a big loss, I'm not that stupid.

He squeezed my hand over my palm with his backhand, and slowly leaned down, his hot breath spilling on my neck, tightly wrapped in his breath.

"That...... I think...... We're still ...... Or get married...... That's it!" I suddenly leaned over and stammered several times before I finished.

I stared into his eyes, pretending to be scared and shy to the extreme, and even through the light of his eyes, I was about to be deceived by myself.

He stared at me with interest, seeing that I hadn't said anything to perfunctory him.

I cleared my throat, "Since we've both decided to get married, you don't care about this moment and a half, right, besides, wouldn't it be better to leave it for the wedding night!"

I tried all the reasons in my head, and I only found this relatively good past, if it happened before the marriage, wouldn't the wedding night be perfect?

To put it bluntly, everything is fake, I just want to stall for time to get rid of him!

He was stunned for a few seconds, and just when I thought he had accepted my persuasion, he suddenly pounced on me and said, "Since you have to marry me sooner or later, why don't you take your husband's rights early?"