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?"

casting a bleak shadow over her white skin. "It doesn't belong to me, so

felt that myself was too desolate, too

of her chin, taking in all the subtle changes in

melancholy look. "I feel sorry for myself. If I hadn't married you, maybe one day in the future, I would have met a man who really loves me, so I wouldn't have to live

against the corner. "Would you give him your heart

She bit her

Cong. She could never fall in love with anyone

But she would try to be a good wife,

herself in her heart, and would not speak to others, so

it. After all, I'm married to you. There's no ifs."

evasive, a perfunctory, so there was a deep, sneering smile on his face. "A woman without a heart does not deserve to be loved and can only be

heart and soul, I'm still

her voice full of self-mockery.

she didn’t want to do meaningless fantasy, and didn’t want to waste time and energy to fight for the emotions

was fire in his cold eyes, and his critical eye shot like an arrow from the fire and struck hard at her Achilles' heel. "Hell is the best place for a woman like

a stream of heat had rushed into her eyes, forming a

closed her eyes, trying to keep them from gushing out like tears,

should find a pure, noble, and elegant woman to be your wife, finding a woman you love, to love her, and living happily ever after." Her voice sounded low, as if crushed by

at her savagely, and his chest heaving so violently that

saying nothing, as if trying to suppress a feeling that was about to go out of control. After a long time his anger turned into an odd sneer. "You mean I should divorce you and marry Mo Mengshan?"

eyes was like a flood that had opened a gate, pouring out and soaking

She couldn't relate purity, nobility and grace to Mo Mengshan.

"I don't mean