Love in full bloom

His every word was like a bullet from a machine gun, hitting her aching nerves and shattering her fragile pride.

His disgusted eyes saw her from head to foot, as if criticizing a defective product full of defects.

Almost subconsciously, she turned back to him, not wanting to be hurt by his eyes again.

She was not worthy to be his bride, nor to wear white wedding dress.

She wouldn't be delusional.

She was self-aware.

"If you have nothing to do, go back. This is the brig, so it's not good to be seen coming by the elders."

He threw his drawing paper on the table. "A designer who doesn't look forward to a wedding is not going to make a good ring."

It was like five strikes, making her vomit blood for three liters with deep internal wounds. "If I were to look forward to a wedding, wouldn't I want to divorce you and find a man who wouldn't mind me and would take me to church to be married?" She was a little angry as well as a little annoyed, her voice sounding shrill.

His thick, beautiful brows wrinkling, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her over, forcing her to face him. "You heartless, soulless bride, do you feel like going to church to be married?"

You gave your heart and soul to another man, leaving only a dirty shell for your husband. A woman like you was ruining the wedding!

Her heart was torn violently. "You have left me a shell, either, just like me."

He scoffed with great irony and contempt. "Does my body belong to you?"

over her white skin. "It doesn't belong to me, so I don't even have an empty shell of

that myself was

the subtle changes in her expression. "Dear little hedgehog, are

maybe one day in the future, I would have met a man who

corner. "Would you give him your heart and forget about

her

no, because she would never forget Shi Cong. She could never

good wife, and would give

heart, and would not speak

"I'm just saying it. After all, I'm married to you. There's

there was a deep, sneering smile on his face. "A woman without a heart does

always been a puppet. Even if I have the heart and soul, I'm still a puppet. It doesn't change anything. Let nature

voice

meaningless fantasy, and didn’t want to waste time and energy to fight for the emotions beyond her power. Those were like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, which were destined not

eye shot like an arrow from the fire and

had rushed into her eyes, forming a mist that obscured

eyes, trying to keep them from gushing out like tears, in order to keep him from

have ever divorced, it doesn't matter if you break the rule. You should find a pure, noble, and

at her savagely, and his chest heaving so violently that his breathing became rapid and heavy,

a feeling that was about to go out of control. After a long time

of tears in her eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring out and soaking her

relate purity, nobility and

don't mean Mo