She responded to Chu Shuolan in a brisk tone: "Even if I really can't wait to marry into the Li Mansion, we are still in name only, and we are like the boundary between Chu and Han, there is an unbridgeable gap between each other." ”

As soon as Song Yihuan's words were finished, Chu Shuolan couldn't help but chuckle.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched his fist to his lips to hide the huge arc of pleasure that curled at the corners of his lips, but despite this, the bright smile in his eyes was still in Song Yihuan's eyes.

She was annoyed and said, "What are you laughing at?!" ”

Chu Shuolan coughed lightly, restrained the smile on his face a little, and stared at Song Yihuan's eyes with a bit of banter.

"Huanhuan, I didn't say you couldn't wait, you wronged me."

Song Yihuan's voice grinding his teeth sounded.

Chu Shuolan's face became serious, and he said: "And, Huanhuan, who told you that the relationship between us exists in name only, and what is the realm of Chu and Han, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Since you and I are married, even if we are married and will be separated tomorrow, then we are also husband and wife on this day, and we should assume each other's due obligations as husband and wife. ”

The sound of Song Yihuan grinding his teeth disappeared.

The corners of her mouth twitched and she looked at Chu Shuolan, who was gentle and elegant in front of her, and her body was full of bookish air like a gentleman.

"You mean it's a fake?" She asked through gritted teeth.

Chu Shuolan's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, and the young man's clear face showed a little distress and doubt.

"I never said that our marriage was fake."

Looking at him innocent and distressed, and with a somewhat confused look, the villain in Song Yihuan's heart vomited blood.

She thought that from the very beginning, when she asked for a piece of paper and a letter of divorce, both parties knew the definition of this marriage, and it was a word of falsehood.

But at the moment, Chu Shuolan is pretending to be innocent, which is clearly to live up to the name of this marriage.

Not only that, but listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that she has to fulfill her obligations as a wife.

Suddenly, Song Yihuan restrained the expression of gnashing teeth on his face.

Her beautiful eyes looked Chu Shuolan up and down, looking at the young man's white hand on the table, the envious complexion, and his slender wrist with his sleeves exposed.

No matter how Song Yihuan looked, he felt that the young man in front of him was weak.

The male protagonist described in the book has to vomit blood every three or five days, and every time he vomits blood, he will be greatly injured and sick in bed.

Such Chu Shuolan still wants her to fulfill his wife's obligations?

Song Yihuan slowly hooked her lips, with a sly smile on her face.

"Actually, we don't need to worry about it so deeply, even if our relationship is worthy of the name, but ......" Song Yihuan glanced at Chu Shuolan's figure, although he was very tall but too thin, "But your body is the most important, everything is still health-based, I can't bear you to be so forced to break your body again." ”

“……”

Chu Shuolan struggled to maintain the smile on his face, after all, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy, and it was the first time he had discussed such a cross-border issue with a woman.

Although he is a teenager, he is still a man, and he is a little annoyed by Song Yihuan's subconscious words, even if he is sick and in poor health all year round, he doesn't like people to say that he can't do it.

But who is Chu Shuolan, this person has been smart since he was a child, and he has never been able to get along with people.

Chu Shuolan maintained the smile on his face and said casually: "Huanhuan also knows that my health is not very good, and it is precisely because of this that I want to leave an heir, you can rest assured that we will definitely give birth to the smartest and smartest child." ”