Night.

Jiang Ruo was slumped on the bed, her whole body was weak, and in a daze, she heard the sound of the door opening and footsteps, gradually from far to near.

The lights were turned off inside the room, and the light poured in from outside, and there was only a little light.

Jiang Ruo propped up his upper body and looked at the door, only to see Wen Yuan's handsome face appear like a demon at the junction of light and darkness, with a kind of noble and elegant temperament like a god's mansion, and he was carrying a toolbox in his hand.

Wen Yuan walked over, and his low-alcohol sexy voice brushed Jiang Ruo's ears, only to hear him laugh and whisper: "Xiao Ruo'er, the tattoo was washed off by Wen Huai last time, we have a new tattoo tonight, and this time it will never be washed off."

He made a very novel pigment that would never fade, never wash off, that could penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and that would still bear his name on his body when he died.

"Little Ruo'er, where do we get the tattoo first?"

Jiang Ruo bit her lip tightly, tears were already shining in her eyes, and she vehemently refused, "Wen Yuan, I don't want to tattoo your name!"

He's crazy enough to leave his mark on her!

"Don't?" Wen Yuan sat on the edge of the bed, raised Jiang Ruo's face slightly, his gloomy eyes flashed with a cold dark light, and his tone was fierce: "I gave it to you, I can't tolerate you not to."

Wen Yuan took out the tattoo gun from the toolbox, fixed her body, and made a decision for her, "Let's start with the ankles."

"Xiao Ruo'er, don't worry, it doesn't hurt."

He bent down and kissed her lips, a pair of dark and deep eyes reflecting her alone, and the bottom of his eyes was suppressed and forbearant love, "I will be very light."

Jiang Ruo's eyes were rippling with tears, and she couldn't fall to the ground on her eyelashes, looking like a pear blossom crying rain, Chu Chu was pitiful, she shook her head in fear: "Don't, don't."

"Wen Yuan, I beg you, don't, I don't want to tattoo your name!"

He hadn't done that to her before.

Lose your marbles!

It's really crazy!

Wen Yuan lifted Jiang Ruo's slender left foot and gently dropped a kiss on her ankle, as if he was sighing: "Xiao Ruo'er, you will definitely look good with my name tattooed on your ankle so beautifully."

She's his!

It's his!

No one can rob it!

Wen Yuan's slender fingers were carelessly drawn on her ankles, his voice was light, but his words revealed a strong paranoia: "This time I deliberately got the paint that can't be washed off, Jiang Ruo, I want you to never forget me in your life!"

Jiang Ruo desperately shrunk his ankles, shook his head vigorously, and resisted fiercely: "Don't, I don't!"

Wen Yuan met Jiang Ruo's resistant eyes, he was suddenly angry, and his eyes were burned with anger, "Xiao Ruo'er, you weren't like this when you seduced me before, you were very active."

The lights were turned on in the room, and the night was blurry and the lights were wanton.

The orange light slanted down from the overhead and fell on the two of them, filling them with a fiery ambiguity.

Wen Yuan's handsome and bewitching face was shrouded in this brilliance, like carving, sharp edges and corners, his skin became more and more cold and white with his black shirt, his lips were red and his face was white, and the peach blossom eyes with double eyelids were seductive.

He smiled strangely, and with the gray eyelids, he looked more and more like a perverted demon, "Good, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon."

As a result, Jiang Ruo felt that his ankle was being pressed against something cold.

It's a tattoo gun.

Wen Yuan slowly followed his thoughts, and first tattooed his name on Jiang Ruo's ankle, which was slender, and the four letters were just enough to form a circle.

Then he turned her over again, her thin and thin figure trembling, and her face was red from crying.

Jiang Ruo's bright eyes were filled with tears, and he sobbed aggrievedly, and his voice was wet and whimpering: "Wen Yuan, please, don't do this, don't do this to me."

The moment Jiang Ruo's words fell, the tip of his heart trembled suddenly.

There he is...

"Wen Yuan, I hate you!"

"I hate you!" Jiang Ruo shouted

She cried, angry, sad, ashamed, and a lot of emotions were mixed together, tormenting her to the extreme.

pp has an original word.

How will she face Wen Huai in the future?

There are other men's names out there!

Wen Yuan admired his masterpiece and was greatly satisfied, "It's beautiful."

Then, he took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and put it in front of Jiang Ruo when he was done, so that she could also take a look.

Wen Yuan chuckled harshly and wantonly: "Little Ruo'er, isn't it beautiful?"

Jiang Ruo stared at the photo on her phone in a daze, and when the original words really appeared there, her inner defense completely collapsed.

The desperate grief throbbed her body and heart, causing her to cry and tears flowing.

She doesn't want to be Wen Yuan's possession!

No!

Jiang Ruo became angry and bit Wen Yuan again and again, scratching his white and firm chest full of red marks, "Wen Yuan, madman! You're crazy!"

"Why did I provoke you in the first place?"

"I'm really blind, I would think you're Brother Ahuai!"

"You don't deserve to have the same face as Brother Ahuai!" Jiang Ruo scolded angrily.

Wen Yuan was not annoyed at all, the corners of his lips smiled, admiring her angry appearance with interest, and letting her vent.

"Wen Yuan, why didn't you die!" Jiang Ruo glared at him with red eyes, and scolded him viciously: "You killed Brother Ahuai! You compensate me Brother Ahuai!"

"Wen Huai, he deserves to die!" Wen Yuan gritted his teeth, full of dissatisfaction and hatred for Wen Huai.

"Die, and I'll take you with me." Wen Yuan pinched Jiang Ruo's jaw fiercely, his eyes overflowed with a lot of anger, his eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and his tone was harsh: "Die, you are also my wife."

"You've been marked by me now, and if you touch other men in the future, you should kill them." ap.

"Even if it's your brother Ahuai, he will definitely dislike you, only I don't dislike it."

The layers of bed curtains hung down, unable to hide the scenery of the night.

Jiang Ruo's legs kicked indiscriminately, and he was angry: "Wen Yuan, you go out!"

"Get out! Get out of here!"

No matter how fiercely Jiang Ruo resists, it is useless, he can't escape.

It's already been in the afternoon, why is it still in the evening?

Wen Yuan especially likes to read that original character, as if she is completely his, he is alone!

Wen Yuan kissed the back of Jiang Ruo's neck, his voice was extremely sexy, and there was a kind of subwoofer Su: "Xiao Ruo'er, you are my wife."

Jiang Ruo's five fingers kept tightening, clutching the sheets tightly, and his tone was extremely firm, full of hatred: "Wen Yuan, I will definitely kill you and avenge Brother Ahuai!"

It's all him!

If it weren't for him, she and Wen Huai would have gone to country Y to live happily long ago!

"Okay, kill me, let's go to the Netherworld to continue to be husband and wife." Wen Yuan hugged Jiang Ruo tightly, already paranoid to the point of madness.

"Little Ruo'er, as I said, either fall in love with me or kill me."

Wen Yuan's voice was raised, with a crazy obsession: "In this life, you are all mine!"

"It's mine!"

Jiang Ruo stared at him, cutting through the air word by word: "I hate you."

Wen Yuan hooked his lips and sneered: "Hate, hate is also a kind of love, if you hate me, it also means that you love me."