Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Chu Xiaoyun remained silent, not knowing how to answer him.

Que Yu seemed to understand something. He tightly grasped the hand that Chu Xiaoyun had used to hit him in the face, and said through his teeth:

"Chu Xiaoyun, look carefully, I am not Meng Wenjin, but I am your husband."

He used his free hand to firmly hold Chu Xiaoyun's chin, preventing her gaze from straying away from him.

"We were the ones who got married, not him, Meng Wenjin. You are mine, and only mine."

The black color in Que Yu's pupils became darker and darker, so deep that it almost looked like ink was splashed into his eyes.

Chu Xiaoyun's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment, and a feeling of panic spread throughout her body.

Another heavy kiss fell.

Que Yu's movements became ferocious, like a wild beast that had not eaten for several days. He wished he could tear all the flesh and blood from Chu Xiaoyun's body and eat it into his stomach.

The clothes had not yet been completely removed, but the large area of ​​skin exposed was already marked with blue and purple marks.

The love between husband and wife in the past seems to have turned into a strange form of "abuse".

When you are under someone's roof, you have to be humble. She had just slapped Que Yu, so Chu Xiaoyun wanted to calm down and have a good talk with him.

“Que Yu…”

But Que Yu totally ignored her and bit every inch of her skin with his teeth.

The pain and itchiness in her body made her unable to calm down, so she kept pushing him and began to vent her anger with words.

"Go away, go away, you are not my husband."

"I'm!"

Que Yu was decisive and bit Chu Xiaoyun's lips hard.

He used more force this time, biting Chu Xiaoyun's peach-pink lips, and one or two drops of scarlet liquid flowed out.

The slightly moist and warm feeling just lingered on the lips when Que Yu quickly licked it clean with his red tongue tip.

This little bit of moisture was not enough to extinguish the anger in his heart. Que Yu put his hand on Chu Xiaoyun's lower back and rubbed it gently.

Chu Xiaoyun couldn't stand the itch and let out a low cry.

Que Yu pushed his tongue into the gap between her slightly opened lips, and then swept through every gap in her mouth inch by inch.

Chu Xiaoyun only felt that her mind was washed by waves of comfortable and uncomfortable feelings, her eyes became moist, and delicate whimpering sounds kept coming out of her throat.

The strength to struggle gradually weakened due to the invasion of the mouth.

Chu Xiaoyun's hand that was pressing against his chest became weak and soft, and fell lightly onto the bed like a butterfly wing.

Que Yu raised his upper body, put his hands on the belt and pulled it gently. The clothes became loose and were thrown to the ground by the owner.

A muscular chest appeared in front of Chu Xiaoyun, and she quickly turned her head away.

Even though she had been living with the man in front of her as husband and wife for several months, she had done what she had to do.

But now that I know his real identity is my husband's brother, some things become weird.

This is too unacceptable.

"No, no."

Chu Xiaoyun wanted to hold her clothes tightly, but her weak hands were immediately tied up with the untied belt and placed above her head.

Que Yu displayed a different kind of martial power from that of Meng Wenjin, and he placed his hand on Chu Xiaoyun's half-undone dress.

With a tearing sound, the dress was torn into small pieces, and the scenery underneath was exposed to the public.

The red plum blossoms on the snow are as soft as frost and are extremely beautiful.

Because her hands were tied above her head, Chu Xiaoyun couldn't help but lean forward slightly, as if she was actively offering herself to someone's mouth to be picked.

Que Yu accepted the invitation and bent his head to taste it carefully.

The kiss spread from the neck down, across the soft waist and abdomen.

And then wandered to other places.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to accept, and the toes were curled together.

Chu Xiaoyun bit her lips in shame and cried softly.

"Why are you crying?"

Que Yu's lips were rosy, his voice was hoarse but gentle and soothing, and his hand gently stroked Chu Xiaoyun's head.

"I'm hoarse from crying now. What shall I do later?"

There was some laughter in his voice, but it suddenly became fierce.

Caught off guard, Chu Xiaoyun's sobs turned into gentle moans.

As if to prove that his previous words were not exaggerated, Que Yuru, a brave and skilled general on the battlefield, marched forward courageously.

"That's enough, that's enough."

"Woooo..."

"Que Yu——"

Que Yu lowered his brows, his expression was cold and different from his heavy breathing:

"Call my husband."

It was a broad day, and even though the light was blocked by the veil, many things were much clearer than at night.

Chu Xiaoyun had never had such an unrestrained moment before. When her mind was filled with joy, she couldn't help but whimper in shame.

I don't know when my hands, which were bound by the belt, were released.

She raised her hands, trying to block her eyes from view so that she could not see anything and pretend that nothing had happened.

Que Yu didn't allow it. He grabbed Chu Xiaoyun's hands and let them wrap around his neck.

The gauze curtain was opened and Chu Xiaoyun was carried off the bed.

The desk, dressing table, window, and even the bathtub that the servants had filled with hot water all bore traces of the two of them.

There were bruises on Chu Xiaoyun's chest and legs, as if she had been abused by someone.

But this abuse is mutual abuse on both sides.

Que Yu's body wasn't in much better condition either, with scars all over it.

There were deep and shallow scratches on his chest and back, and in some places, blood was still oozing out.

His lips were also bitten with many teeth marks, and the color was dark red, like crushed peony petals, eroded and gorgeous.

Outside, the daylight gradually grew dim.

This lovemaking lasted for a long, long time, until the sun set, and Chu Xiaoyun was too tired to open her eyes.

Que Yu looked at Chu Xiaoyun who was sleeping in a daze, stood up and asked the servants outside to bring two buckets of hot water.

Que Yu wiped her body carefully and waited for her to rest for an hour before waking her up.

After coaxing the half-asleep person to have a bowl of rice, he hugged him and fell asleep again.

When Chu Xiaoyun woke up the next day, the bed was cold.

It seems that Que Yu must have left the room very early.

She supported herself on the bed with both hands and was about to get up when someone outside called out softly:

"Is the young lady awake? Do you need a servant to come in and serve her?"

Chu Xiaoyun felt her weak legs and responded, "Come in."

The person who came was a maid in blue clothes. She had a plain appearance and could be lost in the crowd.

There was no expression on his face. As soon as he came in, he helped Chu Xiaoyun change her clothes quickly and got water for her to wash.

That was all. He then ordered the servants outside to serve her a table of food that was just right for her, and he stood beside Chu Xiaoyun and served her the meal.

The maid in blue did these things at lightning speed, not leaving anyone a chance to interrupt her.

After Chu Xiaoyun sat at the table, he found an opportunity to ask:

"Who are you? Where is Chunying who serves me?"