You know too much, okay?

Just because she knew too much, she couldn't say.

Ye Yan lowered her head, ignoring the pain of being scratched at the wrist, "No one, it's just a dream." ”

Dream talk?

Was she sleeping when she called those three words?

They're in love!

"Ye Yan." Feng Ye grinded his teeth, tore open the quilt, pushed her to the bed, parted her legs, and the anger in his eyes was burning the plain, "Then let me see how you sleep under my body?" ”

The more he refuses to say, the more it shows that his guess is correct.

The little husband didn't call him, he called another man.

The thought immediately made him want to shoot and kill.

Without any kisses, without any fighting, she went straight on the rampage, and the painful Ye Yan's eyebrows wrinkled into a ball of twist.

Feng Ye stared at her, slamming violently, his face black and sinking into the water.

He thought he was her first man, and she was his first love, as long as she was obedient, he didn't care about the unhappiness she gave him when he was young.

Before he came in, he thought it was a beautiful thing to let her call him husband, and if she wanted to, then he would marry her.

Ye Yan was shocked by his expression and movements, and couldn't help but want to push him and hit him, reason told her that no matter how unwilling she was, she couldn't show it, she couldn't afford to provoke this man.

Enduring the extreme discomfort of her body, Ye Yan reached out and hugged his neck, "You squeeze juice for me, then I'll make you boiled pork slices, okay?" It's my favorite dish. ”

Cook?

At this time, talk to him about cooking.

She just didn't say yes.

Feng Ye lowered his head and bit heavily on her neck, and the teeth marks of the bite were deeply imprinted on her smooth neck, oozing blood.

It hurts, it hurts.

"Ye Yan, let me ask you one last time, who are you calling that little husband?" Feng Ye changed his posture, his attack was more fierce, and his eyes flashed with a devouring light.

It hurts, it hurts even more.

The body feels torn by the impact.

She knew that as long as she said that person was him Feng Ye now, even if he wouldn't believe it 100%, his anger would subside a lot, and she wouldn't have to continue to suffer this pain.

However, those three words belong to Ye Lu, and they are the best memories of her only remaining middle school days.

The innocent body is gone.

You can't just ruin that.

"My sweetheart." Ye Yan let him toss herself, and under his increasingly frantic movements, she gently spit out this sentence.

These five words were like a pause button, Feng Ye withdrew from her body, and pinched her chin coldly and fiercely, "Ye Yan, you say it again." ”

Ye Yan repeated weakly, "My sweetheart." ”

Feng Ye slammed his fist on the bedside table, smashing the bedside table, and the flying sawdust pierced the skin on Ye Yan's shoulder.

Ye Yan gasped.

How powerful his punch must have been, causing such a terrifying lethality.

It's solid wood furniture.

If this punch hits her, will he kill her with one punch?

Whatever you want.

Feng Ye stared at her gloomily, "Ye Yan, I'll say it again, and for the last time, from the moment you entered my room and climbed into my bed, you are mine, before I say it's over, your body and your heart can only belong to me, otherwise the next time I hit you." ”

Feng Ye at this moment is completely different from usual.

Usually, if you are a gentleman and cold, now you are a violent demon.

The more ruthless she was, the more disgusted Ye Yan became.

"Feng Ye, are you insane, you use your power to force me, I will stay by your side, I will do what you want me to do, but my heart, don't say you can't control it, I can't control it myself."

Ye Yan lifted the quilt, entered the bathroom, and rinsed her body over and over again.

Feng Ye watched outside, through the frosted glass, watching her wash five times before coming out in a bathrobe.

Treat him like a bacterium again?

Think he's dirty?

Then he'll be even dirtier for her to see.