Heavenly Wife Domineering Love

"let me go!"

She struggled hard, but under the man's hard chest, her strength was completely negligible.

This man is clearly inhumane, yet he still treats her...he doesn't have any special hobbies, does he?

All of a sudden, all kinds of perverted tools to torture women appeared in her mind, and her scalp felt numb.

Don't let her be his target!
Seeing the opportunity, the white teeth were bit down hard.

"hiss!"

Bo Muyan groaned in pain.

Su Qianqian took the opportunity to slip out of bed, ready to escape.

But a force came from his wrist and brought her back alive.

The thin lips, stained with blood, looked extraordinarily bright red and attractive.

Bo Muyan raised his hand, wiped it slowly, and opened his lips coldly.

"Give up so soon?"

Su Qianqian choked, and whispered, "I thought you..."

"Think I want to touch you?" He interrupted her roughly, pinching her jaw with his long fingers.

Is not it?
The man was condescending, and sneered coldly, "A woman like you, I think it's dirty!"

After speaking, he pulled away neatly, as if he wasn't the one who just lit the fire.

Bo Muyan opened the door and called the servant.

"Young master, what are your orders?"

"Clean up the trash!"

The servant looked around the room blankly, "Master, where is the trash?"

Bo Muyan sat down on the sofa, with his long legs crossed naturally, "Throw out all this woman's things!"

The servant was stunned for a moment, and immediately moved the suitcase on the floor out of the room.

Then, she came to the bed again, "Eldest young mistress, let me go!"

Seeing the confusion on Su Qianqian's face, the servant explained, "Have you touched the sheets and quilt?"

He is ugly, has a bad temper, and is obsessed with cleanliness. Apart from having a lot of money, he really has no other advantages.

After the servant left, Su Qianqian wrapped her hands in the torn wedding dress, waiting for him to throw her out as well.

Suddenly, the man supported the wooden armrest of the sofa with both hands, his brows were furrowed, and a pained expression appeared on his face.

At this moment, he no longer had the hostility and coldness of just now, and was replaced by extremely weak.

The veins in his hands were protruding, cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and his eyes were scarlet.

"what happened to you?"

"Get out!" Bo Muyan blocked her with his hand, and smashed the antique vase in his hand.

The sound of broken porcelain was especially crisp and piercing at night, and Su Qianqian's heart almost jumped out.

Immediately, he held the fragment tightly in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed down his fingers.

Su Qianqian was terrified, "I'll go find someone!"

His lips pursed into a cold arc, "How dare you!"

"Young master!" Uncle Quan rushed over with the doctor after hearing the sound.

Holding a sedative, the doctor slowly approached with Uncle Quan, but was kicked away by Bo Muyan.

"Uncle Quan, are you okay?" She hurried over and asked.

Uncle Quan shook his head, "Eldest young mistress, I'm fine!"

Su Qianqian retreated to the door and whispered, "Send it to the hospital!"

Uncle Quan sighed, "Young Mistress doesn't know something. There is no cure for Young Master's illness. The old man has invited many famous doctors, but none of them worked!"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Sleep disorder, the young master has not slept normally for many years!"

A person without rest and relaxation for a long time will suffer from many diseases in the body, not to mention the mental state. No wonder his temper is so violent.

"Does it happen every time he has an attack?"

Uncle Quan nodded, "You also saw it just now. When the young master has an attack, no one is allowed to approach him, and even the sedative cannot be injected. When he is tired, he will naturally calm down!"

"But his hand..." Su Qianqian looked towards the room.

Uncle Quan persuaded, "That's something that can't be helped. It's better for the young lady to stay away. When the young master is having an attack, he can't control himself!"

Su Qianqian opened the suitcase in the corridor, took out a sachet from it, and returned to the room regardless of Uncle Quan's obstruction.

She walked around the mess and came to Bo Muyan.

"Your sleep disorder is already very serious. Giving up treatment will only make the condition worse. I can help you relieve it... ah!"

The veins on his forehead bulged, his eyes were as red as bloodthirsty, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he stretched out his hand to grab her neck.

Her neck was slender and soft, and his hands were inappropriate at the moment, she would die at any moment.

Uncle Quan at the door rushed over anxiously, "Eldest young mistress, don't provoke the young master anymore! Young master, let go of the young mistress!"

Su Qianqian felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe, but Bo Muyan did not intend to let go at all.

She raised her slender wrist with difficulty, and brought the sachet in her hand to his nose.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance entered the heart and spleen.

This reminded him involuntarily of the strange fragrance on that woman's body three nights ago.

It's just that the two aromas are not quite the same, the sachet is clearer, reassuring but sober.

And the scent of that woman made him feel like he was in the forest in the early morning, free and fresh, letting go of everything and focusing on nothing else.

After he asked her that night, he fell asleep for the first time ever.

Although the sleep time is not long, it is the only thing in several years.

And the woman in front of her didn't know where she got such a smell, it was too strange.

Was it a well-designed game from beginning to end?

Thinking of this, Bo Muyan's hand unknowingly strengthened.

Uncle Quan's face turned green with fright. If things go on like this, the marriage will definitely turn into a funeral.

The doctor on the side looked helpless at the syringe that was smashed by Bo Muyan.

At this time, Su Qianqian was as pale as paper, and her breathing gradually weakened.