The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

Ling Zhao was still breathing heavily because he ran up the stairs.

Seeing the man slightly bent over with his pants half removed, she rushed forward.

No taking it off!

But she ran too fast and tripped over the doormat, and actually pounced towards Huo Yixiu.

Her eyes were wide open and her lips were open. In the brief second or two, she first hugged Huo Yixiu's waist. His body leaned back and she instinctively tried to steady herself.

There was a dull thud, followed by the man's painful groan.

Ling Zhao didn't feel any pain, her whole body was pressed on Huo Yixiu.

Instead, he fell on his back, and his handsome face wrinkled in pain.

Ling Zhao's palm was filled with warm, smooth, and firm chest muscles. The familiar touch made her cheeks hot.

She remembered and said she didn't mean it, but the man's arm was around her waist.

Ling Zhao raised his head and met the man's calm, dark eyes.

"You were making a scissors gesture at me just now, and now you're throwing yourself into my arms. Mrs. Huo, do you really hate me, or do you love me?"

Ling Zhao struggled, and the man frowned and tightened his arm: "Don't move, the wound is going to split again."

He held her with his injured hand.

Ling Zhao held his breath and lay on top of him, his head tilted to one side, but he had to press his body against his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Thump, thump.

The speed was fast at first, then gradually slowed down.

Ling Zhao didn't know what the meaning of him hugging her like this was. She was not a child anymore and was not playing the rolling on the floor game.

He didn't let go, so she could neither stand up nor lie down, and could only lie on top of him.

Aren’t you feeling bored?

Don’t you think the floor is hard?

Ling Zhao raised his eyes and glanced upwards, only to see that the man had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

His breathing was even and his eyebrows were relaxed.

Ling Zhao felt that she was like a doll that he was holding while sleeping.

She supported herself on the floor and tried to get up, but he pushed her down again. The man murmured in a low voice, "I told you not to move, but you didn't listen."

He slapped her bottom as punishment.

Ling Zhao was ashamed and annoyed, but she couldn't beat him and wanted to bite him, but when she saw the obvious teeth marks on his chest, she was stunned.

Did it actually leave any traces?

Why is it located at the heart?

Ling Zhao recalled that both times he was bitten, he was angry and didn't pay attention to whether he bit the left or right side.

The touch under the fingertips is no longer smooth, but slightly undulating.

The man opened his eyes at some point, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "You bit it."

Ling Zhao looked at him, wanting to say that if he didn't let go, she would bite him. The man suddenly pinched her chin, and Ling Zhao thought he was going to pry her teeth out, but he just stroked her lips, his eyes deep with the desire she was familiar with.

Only then did she realize that her temperature had risen and she was sweating. He was shirtless and his touch was wet and slippery.

Although she was wearing a shirt, the silk fabric was too thin and sweat seeped through the clothes, revealing the shape of the bra underneath.

She swallowed and sat up.

Huo Yixiu didn't force her to hold him this time. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Ling Zhao stood in front of him and gestured with his fingers: [Don't let water get on the wound.]

As he said this, he went into the bathroom and filled half the bathtub with water.

She asked him to hold up the injured hand and wash it himself, and then she walked out.

But just as he turned around, he heard the sound of the shower turning on. Ling Zhao turned around in a daze, glaring angrily.

The man's gaze was slightly provocative.

……

The bathroom door was open and the exhaust fan was on to disperse the steam inside.

The man was sitting on a small stool in his boxer briefs, while a petite woman was wiping his back, arms, chest and legs with a towel.

After doing all this, she was soaked all over.

Snapped.

The towel was thrown into the bathtub, splashing water, then sank and floated on the surface.

Ling Zhao threw a dry towel to Huo Yixiu and told him to get out with a stern face.

The man stood up, looked down at his boxers, and said, "You still haven't wiped the most important part."

Ling Zhao's eyes widened and he was furious.

The man looked at her coldly: "Where haven't you seen? You've touched it, licked it..."

Ling Zhao covered his mouth with his hand and blushed from his face to his toes.

His eyes were murderous.

He said that if she pleased him, she could get Professor Tong to treat her!

Huo Yixiu saw the hatred in her eyes reappearing, and he calmed down. He took off her hand and let her go.

He wiped himself and when he came out, there were clean clothes and pants at the end of the bed.

No men's underwear.

Huo Yixiu was satisfied, which meant there were no other men here.

Ling Zhao was operating a sewing machine downstairs, sewing two pieces of cloth, and Huo Yixiu did not come down.

Does it take so long to just get dressed?

She frowned and went upstairs again, only to see Huo Yixiu lying on her bed, asleep.

Ling Zhao stood at the door, staring at his sleeping face, and left silently after a while.

Until evening, when dusk fell.

Ling Zhao rubbed his stiff shoulders and looked towards the second floor.

Is it time to wake up now?

But when Ling Zhao tried to wake him up, his tentacles were scorching hot.

He has a fever!

Ling Zhao pushed him hard. The man opened his eyes dazedly and saw the woman gesturing with her fingers. He was silent for a while and then said, "If I die of illness, shouldn't you be happy?"

Ling Zhao paused, and at that moment, his mind was in a mess.

Did she really want him dead?

The man looked at her quietly, his eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water, or as if there was an old man hiding inside shouting.

Ling Zhao turned his head away hastily and took two deep breaths. She turned around again and urged him to go to the hospital.

He held her gesturing hand.

His slender fingers slowly circled her wrist, his palm was burning hot, pressing against the skin of her wrist, as if he wanted to transfer the burning temperature to her body, turning it into a ball of fire and burning her.

Ling Zhao's breathing paused slightly, and she lowered her eyes to watch his thumb stroking her skin intermittently.

He has been holding a pen and typing on the keyboard for many years, and there is a thin callus on the side of his thumb, which feels rough to the touch, making her nerves highly sensitive.

Ling Zhao's attention was focused on his thumb, and she didn't notice that he tightened his fingers. He suddenly pulled hard and pulled her down on him.

Ling Zhao was startled; he was faster than her.

He turned over and pressed her body, holding her in his arms, staring into her eyes quietly and saying, "My father's last words before he died were that I must agree to marry you and protect you for life no matter what."

"If I die, I will definitely take you with me. Otherwise, how can I go to the underworld and explain to him?"

Ling Zhao's eyes suddenly widened, and before he could react, his lips pressed down.

He would not allow her to refuse, like a hungry beast, filling his huge emptiness.

Their sweat and bodies blended together, and Ling Zhao raised his slender neck in the scorching body temperature, enduring his bite.

Tingling and cramping.