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?"

long, thick lashes casting a bleak shadow over her white skin. "It

felt that myself was too desolate,

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

day in the future, I would have met a man

you give him your heart and forget

bit her

Cong. She could

But she would try to be a good wife, and would give him anything but

of Shi Cong and herself in her heart, and would not speak to others, so as not to let it affect their relationship.

just saying it. After all, I'm married to you. There's no

like an evasive, a perfunctory, so there was a deep, sneering smile on his face. "A woman without a heart does

a puppet. Even if I have the heart and soul, I'm still a puppet. It

shrugged, her voice

for the emotions beyond her power. Those were like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, which were destined not to belong to her.

There 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

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

to keep them from gushing out like

a little dignity. Although none of your elders have ever divorced, it doesn't matter if you break the rule. You 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

savagely, and his chest heaving so violently that his breathing became rapid and heavy, he gasping like an enraged

about to go out of control. After a long time his anger turned into an odd sneer. "You mean I should divorce

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

purity, nobility and grace to Mo Mengshan.

don't mean