âUghâ¦â She pushes him away forcefully, but the harder she pushes, the tighter his iron-like arms grip around her.
âLetâ¦let me goâ¦â Her voice is muffled by his mouth. The beard on his face pricks and hurts her.
Xiao Yishan gnaws savagely at her lips, his rough palm holding tight with ruthless authority.
He had intended to merely punish her, but her lips were too soft, too sweet; nectar which intoxicated him instantly.
In his head, he could still hear the insulting remarks made by the villagers.
âDashan hasnât âtouchedâ his wife yetâ¦â
âCould it be that Dashan has a problemâ¦he is rugged and brawny, what if he canât performâ¦â
âSu Qingyue despises him for his disfigurementâ¦ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Those words echoed repeatedly, tormenting him. No man could bear to hear others question his âperformanceâ, nor could he stand his wife despising his looks! Enraged to the point of nearly losing his sanity, he handled her without restraint.
He tore open her collar and pinned her against the door.
The more she resisted, the wilder he became.
She turned her head to avoid his kiss, âYouâre crazy!â
âYou are mine, you are mine!â His voice was hoarse, his eyes ablaze with desire, ruthlessly tearing her dress, wanting to devour her on the spot.
At that moment, Su Qingyue felt that her second brother was like an uncontrollable beast, invoking a surge of anger within her.
Smack!
A slap.
She landed a hard slap on his face, âXiao Yishan, I am your sister-in-law!â
The loud and crisp slap left Xiao Yishan stunned. Clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles cracking, he realized that no woman had ever struck him before. His eyes became bloodshot with fury, and for a moment, he wanted to choke her to death.
Seeing his enraged, uncontrollable look, Su Qingyueâs gaze remained as calm as water, but she prepared herself for what might come next.
Her second brother had been on the brink of violating her, she had resisted retaliating then, refrained from beating him up.
Slapping him was what he deserved.
But if he tried to lay a hand on her again, thenâ¦
Her eyes flashed with a cold light.
Even if it meant dealing with her second brother, she wouldnât show any mercy.
Despite his muscular body and strength, she was a trained killer. Subduing him would be easy.
Seeing her calm gaze, the anger within Xiao Yishan subsided somewhat, and in his gruff male voice, he roared, âYou canât refuse me forever!â
âIâve said it before, I am Xiao Yuchuanâs wife!â she gritted her teeth, âCanât mess around. Do you understand!â
âWhat nonsense!â Xiao Yishan retorted coldly, âYou are my wife!â
She retorted instinctively, âHow can I be your wife?â
âWhy canât you be my wife!â He gripped her shoulder tightly, almost crushing her delicate frame.
She pried his hand off, âIf Iâm your wife, then who is Xiao Yuchuan to me?â
âHe is also your husband.â Admitting this truth was heart-wrenching for him.
Xiao Qinghe had heard his wife and second brother arguing in the kitchen and had rushed over in his wheelchair.
Seeing the two calming down, he paused at the kitchen doorway, unsure of what to say.
Turned out his wife not only didnât know he was her husband, but even the fact that her second brother was one too was news to her.
Now that she knows about the second brother, can he tell her about himself too?
Blanking out for a moment, Su Qingyue laughed softly at Xiao Yishan, âYou must be joking, second brother. This joke isnât funny at all.â