Yan Chu began to struggle frantically like an electric shock.

She has lived for twenty-four years, and she has never seen such a perverted person as Song Yanhui.

"Don't, Song Yan replied, you let go of me, if you continue, I will hate you even more!"

The fact that he and Song Yan returned to husband and wife was already a psychological torment for Yan Chu.

Although the old fox can bring her a lot of physical pleasure every time, Yan Chu is not a person who can separate her body and mind.

Yan Chu struggled with all his strength to feed, and was finally pushed back on the pillow by Song Yan.

Her lower back was pressed against the pillow on her hips, and the soft touch felt like a cloud on the pillow.

Yan Chu's eyelashes were trembling.

Song Yanhui's fingers touched her collarbone, and the corners of her mouth smiled: "I don't like to be in the car, I don't like to be in the office, this time I chose Mrs. Song's favorite pillow, I must behave well to make my wife not hate me so much." ”

——

The whole process was an extremely torturous purgatory for Yan Chu.

The more pleasant the body, the more painful the spirit.

Two distinct forces tore at her, and she felt as if her soul was struggling.

The moment he came back to his senses, Yan Chu's resentment towards Song Yanhui reached its peak.

She bit Song Yanhui's shoulder so hard that she gritted her teeth and refused to let go.

Song Yanhui didn't hide, and even hugged her shoulders, lowered his head and leaned in her ear to remind: "Mrs. Song, I'm afraid you can't ask for your baby pillow." ”

Yan Chu stiffened for a second and bit harder.

Song Yanhui grabbed her hand and touched the pillow, "Why don't you touch it, didn't you hold it before and refused to let it go?" ”

Song Yanhui's voice fell less than three seconds, and the pain on his shoulder suddenly disappeared.

Subsequently, a few drops of warm liquid fell.

Song Yanhui looked back to the side and saw Yan Chu crying.

He raised his bony hand and wiped away her tears tenderly and cherishingly, "I like pillows so much, I'll give you them again." ”

"Who scarce your stuff, disgusting!" Yan Chu opened his hand.

Song Yan replied: "It is my responsibility that Mrs. Song still has the strength to beat people." ”

He threw out this sentence lightly, turned over and pressed the sobbing Yan Chu under him again, and held her calf.

——

An hour and a half later.

Song Yanhui took Yan Chu, who had fallen asleep, out of the bathroom and put him on the bed.

He took the quilt and gently covered her, then sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the messy pillow.

The pillow is in the shape of a cloud, originally powder blue, but it has become a little old and yellowish over time.

It didn't fit in with the rest of the delicate new décor in her room.

But it is what she cherishes the most.

Song Yanhui's expression was grim, he picked up the pillow and threw it on the ground, and then lay down beside Yan Chu.

As soon as he lay down, Yan Chu beside him leaned over to him for the first time.

Song Yanhui's hand to turn off the light stopped, lowered his deep eyes, and looked at her secretly.

"I don't want you to go."

"If you don't marry him, why ......"

"Wait for me...... I'm definitely going to get a divorce. ”

Click.

The bedside light was turned off, the bedroom was instantly pitch black, and Song Yanhui's eyes were successfully hidden in this dark night.

The woman leaning over in her arms raised her soft arm and wrapped it around him, babbling incessantly.

No matter the voice and movement, there is a squeamish and deliberate weakness.

But Song Yanhui knew very well that this was not for him.

His new wife, for the fifth time, slept beside him, pillowed his arm, and coddled with another person in her dreams after he had been knocked unconscious.

"You can't leave me—" The man in his arms didn't know what he had dreamed of, and his tone was suddenly excited.

Song Yanhui patted her shoulder soothingly, "Well, as long as you are well-behaved." ”

Yan Chu seemed to hear this: "I will be obedient." ”

Song Yanhui fiddled with his phone, "Well, I remember." ”