Quickly wear: Crazy criticize the host and he is targeted by the yandere again

The back is pressed against the chain wall.

Sandalwood-scented pheromones filled the entire room, and even though he was not affected by external pheromones, he still felt this strong oppression.

It's like a huge wave on the sea, roaring to engulf itself.

Ci Ying shook her lips, "Husband...you must listen to me this time...tt"

Yan Changqian leaned forward and blocked the remaining words in his mouth.

Air and space were plundered.

Within a moment, Ci Ying was kissed so unpromisingly that her whole body went limp.

In a daze, the thin lips that had been bullied to the point of being beautiful finally regained their freedom, and a whisper came to her ears.

"Okay, let's make excuses~"

The rising tail note made the originally cold voice a bit harsher.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that slender hand, fiddling with something on the wall beside him.

Ciying listened to the sound of wind chimes in his ears, was keenly aware of the danger, and quickly opened his mouth to explain.

"Changqian, I love you, so I can't accept the wedding in name only three years ago. I want to divorce you and then marry you sincerely."

Yan Changqian's eyes were startled, and the movements of his hands paused slightly.

He said he loves me...

He won't leave me?

Really...won't you leave me?

Ci Ying raised the corners of her lips and blinked.

He smiled charmingly and his voice was like a poison:

"I know, you love me too, you will definitely be willing, right?"

Yan Changqian seemed to be really bewitched and spoke without hesitation:

"Well, yes."

Ciying breathed a sigh of relief after receiving a positive answer.

All she needs to do is call her husband a few times to comfort her, and then cry and beg for mercy.

At least, it shouldn't be too much trouble...

but……

Why don't you let go of him...?

And why is there a chill on my back...Is the wall too cold?

Ci Ying raised her eyes and suddenly realized that the madness in her left eye seemed to have never faded.

"Ying, how do you prove it?"

A cool voice sounded.

Ci Ying was a little confused, "Prove...what?"

Yan Changqian gently pinched his chin, "Of course it proves that you will marry me and will not leave me."

The low and hoarse voice was mixed with an unprecedented sadness.

And the madness in his left eye stared at him, explored him, and entangled him tightly.

Ci Ying swallowed her saliva and had a bad feeling in her heart, "How do you want me to prove it?"

……

"Baby, two choices, permanent mark, or... be imprisoned by me..."

After an omega is permanently marked, alpha pheromones will always flow in the body, and it can no longer be affected or marked by other alpha pheromones.

Ci Ying lowered her eyes and bit her red lips, thinking about the extent of the imprisonment in her lover's mouth.

Is it like those cultists who put people in cages, is it like Yu Linyi, with perverted intentions, or is it like his biological father...

The word "imprisonment" can be light or serious.

He's willing to play some special games with his lover, but only if he doesn't lose himself.

Ci Ying raised his head, looked at the right pupil covered by the cold instrument, and chose to believe in his lover,

"I choose the second one."

After receiving the reply, Yan Changqian's heart moved and he didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

You'd rather be imprisoned than have him marked permanently, right?

Okay...very good...

It just so happened that he had wanted to do this as early as that glance at the wedding three years ago.

He has restrained himself for so long and endured it for so long.

He thought he could restrain himself for the rest of his life, but now it seems there is no need?

How good it is, as long as he can stay in his cage, only he can see, he can only look at himself.

What does it matter if it is never permanently marked?

Ci Ying is like a kite in his hand. He can let it fly freely, or he can take it back and hide it in his arms without showing it to anyone.

But no matter what, there must be a string connected to the kite, firmly held in your hand,

This thread can be a marriage, a permanent mark, or a chain.

Yan Changqian turned his back to him, clasped his hands around his waist, and spoke in a low voice:

"Baby, choose one you like?"

……

5 minute later.

The white hands tightly held a strand of light gold, and the gland was finally released.

Ci Xingying was fished out from the deep sea, breathing heavily.

"It seems... the baby's vision is the same as mine... I'm very happy."

In the confusion, the sounds in my ears were distant and near, ethereal and ethereal.

Suddenly, my wrist felt cold.

"Baby... so beautiful..."

The low and sweet sound mixed with the crisp sound of wind chimes echoed in the ears.