Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

"Then trouble Mr. Qiao." She looked at him with watery almond eyes and said with a smile.

Qiao Zhanbei rolled up his shirt sleeves, looked down at her from above, and raised the corners of his lips: "It's an honor."

Ye Mian: "..."

He carefully washed her hair, and even used conditioner and hair mask. He was more patient and meticulous than the shampoo boy in the barber shop.

Finally, he wrapped a towel and helped her sit up.

"I'll help you take a shower."

After he finished speaking, he took the shower and adjusted the speed of the water flow. Her face should not be wet with water. She had to use the slowest flow speed, otherwise it would easily splash on her face.

Ye Mian covered her chest with her hands and looked at him: "I have hands."

"What are you covering, it's not like you haven't seen it." He said solemnly.

The ambiguous words, uttered from his cold and restrained mouth, did not feel greasy at all, but supple and provocative, Ye Mian's cheeks were hot and his throat was dry.

"You wash it by yourself, it's easy to splash the water." He handed her a dry towel, meaning to let her cover the injured half of her face.

He had no expression on his face, as if he was just stating the facts without mixing anything else, which made her seem petty and hypocritical.

Ye Mian slowly put down her hands, took the towel, stood up, and let him wash off the foam on her body.

In the bathroom, there was hot air and a faint fragrance of flowers.

The warm water gently brushed her sensitive and delicate skin, and the man beside him had a handsome face with a cold white knife, and his deep eyes fell on her naked body.

The air is full of ambiguous factors.

Ye Mian's legs were weak, she couldn't help swallowing, seeing his face not changing, she bit her lower lip annoyed, a little annoyed that she didn't live up to it.

Why is she in this kind of atmosphere, like a little girl who has never seen the world.

Just his ascetic face alone can arouse her infinite reverie and desire to conquer.She especially wanted to see this face, for the way she was out of control and crazy.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Zhanbei asked calmly, shaking his big hand in front of her eyes.

Ye Mian regained consciousness, swallowed her saliva, and said in a panic, "It's nothing."

"Why do I think there was something wrong with the way you looked at me just now?" The man frowned and said softly.

"What's the problem?" Ye Mian felt guilty.

Qiao Zhanbei: "It's like a tiger's eye."

Ye Mian froze, is it that obvious?

Then he replied angrily: "I don't have it!"

Qiao Zhanbei: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. What are you excited about?"

Ye Mian: "..."

Realizing that he might see that he was guilty, Ye Mian was even more annoyed, especially his indifferent appearance made people feel even more frustrated.

It's not that he really wants to do anything with him, they are going to divorce.It's just that it's unfair, her legs are easy to get weak when she treats him, but he always seems to be quite indifferent to her.

After more than a year of their marriage, they shared the bed almost every night, but he never touched her.

Their first time was when she had sex after drinking and provoked him first.

This is the difference between love and not love, right?

Ye Mian's restless heart gradually cooled down.

She let him dry herself, dry her hair, and put on her nightgown.

Back in the bedroom, she picked up his pillow, stuffed it into his arms, and said indifferently: "In our current situation, it's better to sleep in separate rooms. You can go to the guest room."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the big bed, and got into the champagne-colored silk quilt.

The man who was seduced by her was looking at the pillow in his arms, his brows gradually tightened, he looked at the big bed, and there was a clear "Chuan" pattern between his brows.

The person on the big bed stretched out a dazzlingly white jade arm from under the quilt, reached for the light cord of the retro desk lamp, and pulled it hard.

There was no light in the room, only the light from outside, illuminating the room indistinctly.

The man gritted his teeth and walked over.

The body suddenly sank, so heavy that she couldn't breathe, the man's hot breath sprayed into her nostrils, Ye Mian was surprised, "You, what are you doing? Uh..."

The man seals it with a kiss.

The fiery kiss made her unable to resist and gasp for breath, while he lifted the quilt, there was only a thin layer of clothes between him and her.

Why is he suddenly so passionate?Wasn't he still indifferent just now?

She was excited by him, squeezed out the last sliver of reason, and asked proudly: "I, we are going to divorce, you..."

In the darkness, the man's expression froze slightly.

In a blink of an eye, he pecked her lips and said evilly, "Mrs. Qiao, we haven't settled the account of the last time you uttered the truth after drinking."

His lips moved to her ear, "This time, let's do the math."

Ye Mian: "..."

She explained that it was drunken nonsense.

After reacting, she pushed against his hard chest, he sucked her sensitive earballs, she gradually softened, easily aroused by his lust, and her reason was annihilated.

To refuse also welcome.

……

He was more wild and violent than ever before, and in the end, she was forced to cry and call her husband, begging for mercy, before he gave up.

After three poles in the sun, Ye Mian gradually woke up, her whole body seemed to be rolled from head to toe with a rolling pin, sore and tired.

As cold as he is usually, his desires last night were as heavy.

She stretched her arms and touched the phone. It was almost ten o'clock.

Has he gone to work?

Last night, when she was in love, he forced her to call "husband", otherwise he would hang her and not give her sex.

He also asked her if he was handsome or not, and if he was doing well.

What a dog!

The more she thought about it, the more ashamed and indignant she became, and what was even more depressed was that she was also lured by him to the point of being dissatisfied with desire, unable to stop.

As for him, it was just a man's pride.

At this time, she felt someone walking in, and she looked over.

The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and walked to the edge of the bed with a glass of water in his hand.

Seeing that she was awake, Qiao Zhanbei asked in a magnetic voice, "Drink water?"

Ye Mian was complaining that his mouth was dry and his throat was still a little sore. Last night he yelled too hard.

She struggled to get up, Qiao Zhanbei helped her up, she took the water glass and drank half of it in one go.

The man in front of him had an ascetic and seductive look.

Looking at him, she remembered a word: gentle scum.

The term was literally made for him.

Thinking of his beastly appearance last night, Ye Mian couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"What's the matter? Who messed with our Mrs. Qiao this early in the morning?" Qiao Zhanbei asked knowingly, and gently pinched her angry cheek.

He liked her expressive appearance more and more.

Unlike before, he was always well-trained, calm and self-possessed.

With a smile on his face and doting eyes, he is bewitching.Ye Mian also didn't understand, she didn't understand what he was thinking.

He kept calling "Mrs. Qiao", and forced her to call him "husband" last night. When he didn't mention divorce before, he was never so intimate with her.

"Hey, don't be angry, get up and eat? If you don't want to get up, I'll bring you breakfast?" He stroked her head and asked softly.