He drank the wine, his eyes were red, red and bloodshot, and he looked a little terrifying.

Murong Nian looked at Mei Wenjin's appearance, suddenly a little frightened, frowned suspiciously, and shrank back.

Mei Wenjin was drunk and irrational, and Murong Nian was still sticking a knife into his heart.

Seeing Murong Nian's timidity, he lost control for a while, pinched her shoulder hard, and tried his best to ask her in a hoarse voice:

"The princess calls me a colt, but do you remember that I am your husband?"

"......" Mei Wenjin is now the opposite of his usual gentle appearance, Murong Nian couldn't react, and stood there silent.

She really didn't seem to treat him as a husband.

Horse is just a title.

They didn't respect each other, but they didn't like it either.

Although Mei Wenjin will also care about her, it is not like the kind of concern between husband and wife, just two unrelated people living under the same roof, who are polite to each other.

Moreover, what she does, Mei Wenjin rarely interferes, Mei Wenjin is busy with the affairs of the court, and she never asks.

Seeing that she was silent, Mei Wenjin smiled self-deprecatingly, and her heart was even more angry.

"Murong Nian!" It was the first time he called her name like this, and there was too much unwillingness and disappointment in his hoarse voice.

Murong Nian's heart trembled, she couldn't tell what she felt, her shoulder was about to be crushed by him, and she forgot to cry out in pain.

"Are you your husband or your face?!"

Thinking of her meeting with Mu Huai during the banquet, Mei Wenjin was about to lose control of her anger, and the intensity of her attack unconsciously became a little heavier.

"I ......" Murong Nian wanted to say that I didn't, but looking at Mei Wenjin's injured eyes, she couldn't speak, and a voice in her heart was telling her that she really did something wrong.

Seeing that Murong Nian couldn't answer, Mei Wenjin thought that she was acquiescing, and the anger in her eyes was about to burn his reason to ashes.

"Murong Nian, do you have a heart?!" Mei Wenjin pressed her against the wall, and the smell of wine on her body was so strong that Murong Nian was about to open her eyes.

"Am I so dispensable to you?" Mei Wenjin's eyes were red, and there was sadness in his voice that he couldn't suppress.

After two years of marriage, he never forced her to do anything, and even the desire to be in harmony with her was carefully treasured by himself and not let anyone know.

Mei Wenjin has always been like this, he never dared to declare his wishes, for fear that the sense of loss after the disappointment would bury him, and he could also pretend that he had never had hope when he was disappointed, and pretended that he was not so sad.

Because in his life, there has never been only loss.

But when he arrived at Murong Nian's place, he still couldn't control the unwillingness that rose in his heart.

What did he do wrong? He just wanted to like her, and he hoped that she could care about him in the slightest.

But Murong Nian didn't, he didn't have anything, he still mentioned Mu Huai over and over in front of him, and now he even came to ask him if Mu Huai liked her or not!

Is he too good-tempered, or is he spoiling her too much? It made her think that she could ask such a cruel question in front of herself!

"I ...... Hmm...... "Murong Nian just wanted to say something, but Mei Wenjin held her head mercilessly, and kissed her head.

Murong Nian froze instantly, and then subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he couldn't push him.

He had the heat of drinking, mixed with a hint of the fragrance of orchid.

Murong Nian was familiar with his embrace, but now she didn't dare to approach.

She could even feel the danger in his kisses, and if she wasn't careful, she would be swallowed up by his raging feelings.

She had never seen Mei Wenjin look like this, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, the air became thinner and thinner, Murong Nian wanted to open her mouth to breathe, but Mei Wenjin had a chance to conquer the city.

Murong Nian has always remembered this kiss with despair and lingering compassion.

It wasn't until she began to feel Mei Wenjin's hand behind her head start to tremble that she suddenly began to struggle and use all her strength to push him away.

Murong Nian leaned against the wall, breathing greedily, his legs were a little weak, and he slid down the wall.

Mei Wenjin instantly regained her senses, stepped forward and wanted to take her into her arms, but was pushed away by Murong Nian tremblingly: "You said that you would protect me from being wronged, why do you ...... like this?"

Murong Nian burst into tears as he spoke, how could the colt, who had always been gentle, suddenly seem to be a different person, so fierce......

She was talking about what he had told her on his wedding night, but now he only felt sarcastic.

Mei Wenjin saw her trembling and squatting in the corner, as if she had been caught and rubbed with sand, and the pain made him regret it, why couldn't he control it......

He suppressed the emotions that were surging in his heart and stepped forward to pick her up.

Murong Nian shuddered for a moment, and then began to push him out.

"Don't you come here...... Murong Nian didn't have much strength, but the meaning of resistance was obvious.

Mei Wenjin hesitated for a moment, then carried her back to the bed regardless of her resistance.