A Long Way to Marriage: Ruan Shao's Replacement New Wife

When it was over, West Elm felt that the heat from her body had gone away, and she was very cold.

Ruan Peichen hugged her, his body was hot, but West Elm couldn't draw any warmth from him.

West Elm didn't have any strength at all, so she let Ruan Peichen hold her. Her eyes were sore, and she couldn't cry anymore. Ruan Peichen lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently. She wanted to escape, but she didn't even have the strength Unable to do so, I had to close my eyes in disgust.

"sorry."

An apology sounded light and heavy above his head, and West Elm's heart grew colder when he heard it.

She really wanted to ask Ruan Peichen, isn't this tired?
A slap to a sweet date can obviously cut the mess quickly, and each return to a peaceful life, but why bother?

If the entanglement continues, each other will be covered in bruises.

Oh no.

It was only herself who was hurt.

Ruan Peichen looked down at West Elm, the emotional blush on her face slowly dissipated, there were still wet tears mixed with sweat on her cheeks, her pale skin was now more transparent, and he could vaguely see the gap between her thin skin. down the blood vessels.

At this moment, West Elm looked fragile and beautiful, and Ruan Peichen lowered his eyes slightly, and in the deep black eyes, there were waves of emotions turning up layer after layer.

He was so angry just now, when West Elm mentioned Ne Xiuer again and again, he lost control.

Disgust, panic, and all the emotions of fear of losing made him want to destroy all the relationship between Xielm and Nei Xiuer. He wanted to cut off all the escape routes of Xielm, and then lock her by his side.

However, Ruan Peichen looked at Xiyu who was motionless, and obviously had her warmth in his arms, but he felt as if he was holding a body without a soul.

"Xi Elm, I was impulsive just now..."

Ruan Peichen was silent for a long time, but he still opened his mouth, but Xiyu opened his eyes, looked at him with empty pupils, and only said one sentence.

"You have finished what you have to do. Ni Xiuer must have disgusted me too. Can I get a divorce now? In the past few months of marriage, you don't like me, and I accept you as a bed partner, although you may not like me." I am satisfied with my performance, but there is not much credit but hard work, so please let Yang Xin and the orphanage go."

Ruan Peichen's hands were slowly clenched, and his thin lips were pursed into a sharp and cold straight line.

Raising his hand to pinch Xiyu's chin, forcing Xiyu to look at him, Ruan Peichen gritted his teeth and said, "Nie Xiyu, as I said, there is no divorce! Show me how I can make Ni Xiuer pay the price!"

West Elm sneered, her throat was sore and hoarse, without saying a word, it was as if rough sand was grinding her flesh and blood.

"Ruan Peichen, you are crazy, did the Nie family owe you in their previous life?"

Ruan Peichen lifted the quilt and got out of bed, his voice was cold: "It's not the previous life, but this life owes me!"

West Elm blinked, unable to understand Ruan Peichen's words, only thought that Ruan Peichen might need to see a psychiatrist again, his illness might not be as simple as a simple sequelae, it might be serious enough to cause new symptoms.

Maybe...a split personality.

West Elm smiled, raised his hand and pulled up the quilt to bury himself in it.

Where is Ruan Peichen a split personality, he is a psychopath.

She's a fool to believe that she can cure a psychopath.

Ruan Peichen came out of the bathroom, saw Xiyu still lying on the bed, frowned and didn't care, so he went downstairs.

At night, Ruan Peichen called Xielm for dinner, but Xielm still didn't respond.

Ruan Peichen entered the room with a cold face. After turning on the light, he lifted the quilt, and Xiyu didn't move at all, just curled up, trembling all over, and the quilt under her was stained red with blood...