Su Xingyu had a dream.

A long, deep dream.

She dreamed of an endless darkness surrounded by hellfire, and she tried her best, but there was nowhere to escape......

I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.

She straightened up, gasping for breath, and found herself moved from the sofa in the living room to the bed in the bedroom, the familiar black satin beneath her, the cold, slippery touch that made her uneasy and afraid. Turning his head sideways, the man next to him was sleeping soundly, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were still cold in his sleep, seemed to be a little more angular than the moonlight.

He was her nightmare.

Su Xingyu looked at him fixedly for a while, and there was an illusion in a trance, as if the sleeping one next to him was not his husband, but an unknown beast, savage, cruel, and dangerous. By her might, she reached out and grabbed her pillow and covered his face with force, supposedly suffocating and dying silently in his sleep.

She pressed the pillow tightly without the slightest hesitation, and at that moment, countless grievances and grievances surged into her heart, and the burning pain of her internal organs swallowed her reason. If...... The man died......

If...... The demon in front of me is dead......

Isn't it that her suffering will also end and she will no longer live such a humiliating life?

She hated it...... Hateful!

Hate that he always treats her like that, like a plaything without dignity, hates that he can't see Zhuang Yu's mind, no matter what happens, he defends that woman, hates him for restricting her freedom, hates him for depriving her of everything she cherishes again and again!

Her hands grew heavier and heavier, and then she began to tremble, shaking more and more, and at some point she burst into tears.

She cried, like a helpless child, obviously she was the one who controlled his life and death, but it seemed that she was the one who was on the verge of the abyss and had no way to retreat. She burst into tears, and the hand that pressed the pillow unconsciously lost her strength, and she cried convulsively.

Suddenly, her wrists tightened, and something clamped them.

She screamed in fright, only to realize that it was his hand that had suddenly grabbed her, and the strength of the iron made it impossible for her to escape. The pillow on his face was easily removed, and he opened his long, dark eyes to look at her, his gaze as sharp as an arrow.

She was so frightened that she forgot to cry, and just looked at him in a daze, not even knowing that tears were dripping onto his red chest.

He also looked at her, maybe for a short moment, maybe for thousands of years, and he opened his mouth: "With this little guts, you still want to murder me?" The voice is unwavering, and there is always no joy or anger.

Only then did her three souls and six spirits slowly return to her body, and she became conscious, instinctively wanting to shrink back: "I, I ......" but couldn't say anything, and then cried again, crying so much that she sobbed and choked, as if she had tried her best, she shouted fiercely at him, "I hate you!" I hate you! The voice was faint, like a cornered beast.

He sat up too, dark black silk satin sliding down his well-proportioned body, perfect in the moonlight like a legendary god and demon. He looked at her heavily: "Why? Just because I taught you the rules? ”

"I hate you......" she cried almost to the fullest, repeating only these few words.

The black hole in his heart returned, he didn't know how to keep her from crying, this little wife of his was a very strange creature, completely different from the business partners and subordinates he came into contact with on a daily basis - she never reasoned with him, she disobeyed his orders at every turn, and every time he lectured her, she repeatedly refused to change, and challenged his authority again and again.

She is so weak, she is even soft on killing people, how dare she dare to make trouble with him every day?

She cried in the moonlight, and her pitiful appearance was like a desperate little rabbit, the black hole in his heart expanded and expanded, and there was a fire burning in his lower abdomen that spread all over his body...... He wanted her, he wanted to tear her down and eat her in his stomach, not even the bones of his belt were left. So he did the same, forcibly pulling her into his arms and bowing his head and kissing her.

This time her resistance was fiercer than any before, she used her hands and feet together, she couldn't push him away, and bit her tongue hard. She would rather die than be humiliated like him again!

Red blood ran down her lips.

His face changed: "Star Feather! ”

Pinched her mouth open with one hand, and only a mouthful of blood was seen in the dim moonlight: "You dare!" ”

She looked at him weakly, limp, barely slipping and falling only by his support. Her body was cold, her eyes were black, she looked at him with a sad expression, and the last thing that caught her eye before she lost consciousness was his panicked face. Ha...... He also has times when he panics......

If you can see it before you die, it's also a ......

Value of fare......

She sank into the darkness again, and this time, as if she had another long dream, and as if she had dreamed nothing.

When she woke up, there were a large number of people gathered around the bed, including the family doctor, Gui's mother, the housekeeper Zhongbo, and two unknown nurses. She had a drip hanging from her arm, and she didn't know what the potion was, and it hurt faintly.

Lu Shifeng stood in the corner of the bed, his slender figure leaning against the wall, his expression cold.

He rarely stood in such a position, and she remembered him always standing upright and energetic.

Seeing her wake up, he spoke, his voice was very cold: "Tell you two things, Su Xingyu, first, biting your tongue and killing yourself can't kill anyone, and second, if you dare to commit suicide again, believe it or not, I will dig up the ashes of your mother and your grandfather from the grave and feed them to the dogs, and then let your Mu family stink for 10,000 years and never turn over?" ”

Her mind had just been a little clear, and she was provoked by him like this, and the blood all over her body surged, and she wanted to say something, but it caused a violent cough, and her injured tongue touched her teeth, swollen, uncomfortable, and almost suffocated.

The family doctor and the two little nurses hurriedly stepped forward to help, and the family doctor angrily said to Lu Shifeng: "Young master! If you're okay, go to work first, don't stay here and make a mess! You're here to save people, not to kill people! ”

Lu Shifeng ignored him at all, walked to Su Xingyu's bedside, leaned over and looked at her dangerously: "Answer me." ”

Reply...... What is he?

Her mind was a little confused, and she subconsciously shook her head, and when she saw his suddenly cold face, she realized that something was wrong.

"I ...... I won't ......" Before he went crazy again, she opened her mouth intermittently, "Lu Shifeng, don't worry...... I'll never do such a stupid thing again...... I was really, really hot-headed. She lowered her eyes slightly, and said her heartfelt words, "It's not worth it for you." ”

"Bang", it was he who slammed his fist into the bedside table, the glass was shocked and shattered on the ground, and the tea was messy.

His expression was so terrifying that even the family doctor and Gui's mother were silent, but she even muttered and added: "It's not worth it." ”