The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

   "You... Didn't you say that you let me go?"

  Mianmian ignored the slight tingling on the chest, and the lips trembled very much.

  Zhan Muqian really scared her.

  Especially his whole body is shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

  Cotton has the instinct of self-protection.

  I just feel that I can’t let him get close to me.

  Otherwise, her fate must be very tragic...

  But Zhan Muqian confined her to his chest.

  Where can she escape?

  …………

  Zhan Mu Qian's eyes were cold, as if he hadn't heard her question.

  He pursed his lips and scanned her skin in a wide range.

  From neck to ankle, then from bottom to top.

  He pursed his thin lips and seemed to smile coldly.

   "I asked you if the wound is all over, but if you don't answer, it seems that I need to check it myself."

  Mianmian's body was still semi-wet, but he didn't mind at all, so he hugged her directly.

  Mianmian realized how dangerous the current situation is after hanging her feet in the air.

  She moved her arm gently, trying to struggle.

  But the result was in vain.

  Zhan Muqian hugged her out and put her on the big bed regardless of her wet body.

   Then I took the remote control and turned the heating in the room up by two degrees.

  Cotton cotton puts her hands on her chest, and for a moment my mind is filled with the dark three days and three nights...

  It was three days and three nights when she couldn't see any light at all.

  Zhan Mu Qian seemed to have made up his mind to torture her alive to death.

  She has never tried so painful.

  The feeling that the most delicate parts of the body have been abused.

   is more piercing than the pain of breaking her hands.

  …………

  The heating is heating up very rapidly.

  He raised the temperature, and the room immediately blew warm air.

  But Mianmian's mood is more and more like a bleak winter day.

  She was scared.

  Zhan Muqian soon followed her to bed, holding her two tender ankles with big hands.

   Pulled her body a few minutes.

  Mianmian was about to cry.

  She really believed Zhan Muqian said that if she let her go, she would really let her go...

  At least, she can live safely and steadily until the four months when she can do the puncture.

  But it was only a few days, and he actually came again...

  Cotton bite the lip.

  Watching Zhan Muqian hang her feet on his shoulders.

  There was a cry in the frightened girl’s voice, "No, Zhan Muqian, don’t touch me, please don’t touch me..."

  She will never forget what Zhan Muqian did to her the last time.

  The kind of feeling of no dignity, the despair of being torn and no one will have pity.

  I just feel that the soul of the whole person is broken into pieces.

  The dignity and bottom line she finally regained, this moment will be destroyed by him again.

  …………

  Zhan Mu Qian was expressionless, and his eyes were almost indifferent.

  Mianmian really believes what those wives said when I was young.

  They all said that they would rather marry their precious daughter to a wealthy businessman than to marry a high-ranking official.

  The children of the wealthy businessmen are at best a little stubborn. At most, they are bothered to raise women outside. This is already the biggest problem of being a wife.

   But the powerful, those high-ranking officials with powerful hands, or even men like Zhan Muqian who cover the sky with one hand.

  They get up so cruel, they don’t have any affection.

  What kind of feelings, the feelings of husband and wife, all are not counted.

  They are the most cruel and decisive animals in the world.

  Mianmian is increasingly afraid that her child will die because of Zhan Muqian’s torture...