The Seventh Bride

Charles Nangong finally stepped forward towards the big bed, while when Ivanka Bai saw him walking towards her, she instinctively shrank into the middle of the big bed.

Charles stood in front of her, looking down at her condescendingly, his voice was as cold as himself, "I heard that you can cure my illness?"

Ivanka opened her mouth. She can cure his illness? What does it mean?

She didn't even believe it herself, but he actually believed it?

"I'm asking you." Charles leaned forward, clasped her chin with his jade-like slender fingers and lifted her up, forcing her to look at himself.

For a moment, he saw the shadow of the woman in her eyes. He felt that way when he first looked at the photo. Because of this, he agreed to the old madam's arrangement to marry her.

the woman in front of him was not her, he still

not see his face clearly, but was shocked by the two beams of

with a trembling voice, "If... I said no,

let go of her chin and

In panic, she turned and fumbled down the other side of the bed. However, Charles was a step ahead of her, grasping the corner of her pajamas with

fists! Don't pull my clothes!" Ivanka struggled to get rid of

the bed to her, grabbed one of her arms and violently smashed her back onto the bed, then pressed her and pulled off

and knew that she had been stripped. She struggled with shame and anger, "Charles Nangong! How can you bully a weak woman like this? I will sue you for rape...!"

not shaken by her threats and struggles, his sturdy body pressed against her, and while occupying her body without tenderness, he whispered coldly in her ear, "I hope you are the right person this time, otherwise you will end up like

huge chill in her heart, just like them? Who were they referring to? Were

the blurred face in front of her with horror, gritted her teeth tightly,