Stuck In His Heart

He got up, straightened his wrinkled clothes and looked down at her. "Don't worry. I won't blame you for slapping me."

His tone and posture were damned arrogant, as if the woman sitting in the big bed could be strangled at any time.

He seemed to acquiesce in the topic of their relationship.

Consuela snorted. She raised her hand to wipe the tears off her face. No matter how coward and weak she was, she didn't want to talk about it in front of this man.

Pressing her lips together, she turned her head aside to avoid eye contact with him. "You are the one in charge of the marriage all the time. I'm just a puppet doll. I just need to cooperate with you."

She said in a low and hoarse voice and looked dispirited. With a pair of bright black and white eyes, no one noticed her deep love.

In the stalemate, the man with obvious red marks on his face walked into her, raised the corners of his lips and pinched her jaw, forcing her to look up.

Her cheeks were burning with the hot breath of his perfume. Squinting slightly, he asked, "have you no shame?"

He grabbed her much harder. If he didn't stop, she might have to go to the plastic surgeon.

The chill rose from the bottom of her heart, but her face remained calm. She looked up at the man, and a mocking smile appeared on her delicate face.

"What else can you do except forcing me? This is what happened when we got married, and it is still the case now! "

"I can't compare with you. Didn't you drug me and climb up my bed? Was that your first time sleeping with a man? Your hymen was well mended. Did you pay a lot of money?"

The smile at the corners of the man's mouth seemed to be a bit coquettish. He loosened his hand and ground his beautiful lips, with a crazy look of destruction in his eyes.

She was getting more and more rebellious. She really thought she was the queen when she was pregnant.

restrained her impulse to raise her hand again, shook off his hand,

as a self-protection action

focused his eyes on the woman for a long time, he failed to compose himself.

loud bang, Consuela raised her head and looked out of the window, feeling completely at a loss. Their relationship

or compromise anymore. No one should be inferior

but she couldn't say a word. The two of them had

her head, Consuela apologized in a hoarse voice,

not sit still and wait for death,

being with her

and she would also be

in L City. He took out the key from

frowned and opened a door with wine

were all elites in suits, but they

His leather shoes collided with the broken glass pieces on the ground, making a slight

was on. Rubbing his forehead, he found a clean glass and poured himself a glass of

he had been tied up by a hemp rope, which turned him into a passive situation. He raised the

to sigh. He carried the wine

live a peaceful life with Consuela, but now it didn't make any

how he thought about her, in his eyes,

his swollen half face. He hissed as if he had touched

could be

so she wanted to have a row with him

he would never lower his head first, no matter how

cigarette ash had accumulated a lot and the wine had been bottomed up. Suddenly, a man's voice came from somewhere. "Oh, you are a rare guest. Why does a person, who hasn't come for eight