If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

Wan Chuncao stood up and said coldly: "Are you saying that he wants to divorce me?"

Aunt Liu was also so angry that she blurted out what she saw on TV, as she saw the eldest young master being ungrateful and forgetting the promise he made to the eldest young mistress on their wedding night.

There was no way she would tell Wan Chuncao about this.

Even if I say it, it can't come out of her mouth, because if she says it, she will become the bad guy.

Aunt Liu tried to hold Wan Chuncao back: "Chuncao, I just said it casually, it's not true."

Wan Chuncao dodged Liu Ma's pull with her hand, and asked again in a cold voice: "When?"

This evasion showed no mercy at all.

This cold question didn't seem to be a joke.

"That's all in the past. Aren't you living a good life now?"

Aunt Liu smiled awkwardly again: "Don't mention the past. People always look forward."

This time, Wan Chuncao didn't ask any questions and just looked at Liu Ma coldly.

The coldness in his eyes and the chill emanating from his body were something Liu Ma had never seen in Wan Chuncao before.

Now this country girl was really resentful.

Aunt Liu raised her hand and said carefully, "The night you first came, Xiao Yu said..."

"boom--"

The water cup smashed on the table, and before Liu Ma could finish her next words, Wan Chuncao had already turned around and left.

Aunt Liu hurriedly followed behind: "Chun, Chuncao, don't blame Xiaoyu. He, you guys...ah, it's all in the past. Don't be angry and don't think too much about it!"

"boom!"

As soon as Aunt Liu finished her words, a door slammed in front of her, isolating her outside the room.

Xu Muyu was still holding a book in his hand and had already heard the noise in the living room.

Just as he moved to the bedside and had not yet moved to the wheelchair, the door was smashed loudly and he raised his head.

When I looked up, I saw Wan Chuncao standing behind the door.

"boom!"

The book was smashed against the door, making the third loud noise of the day, driving away the sound of footsteps outside the door.

After throwing the book, Wan Chuncao just stood there, with no expression on her face, and she looked unusually calm.

"..."

Xu Muyu stopped beside the bed, did not move to the wheelchair, and did not ask any questions. He just looked at her quietly.

"I just found out something. Aunt Liu said it."

Wan Chuncao gradually approached, his footsteps so light that they were almost noiseless.

She walked back to the bed, twisted Xu Muyu's wrist and pushed him heavily onto the head of the bed.

Before Xu Muyu could even utter a word of pain, she heard her say, "Auntie Liu said that you wanted to divorce me the day I first arrived?"

The questions asked did not contain any doubts, the voice was calm, without intonation, and without any emotion.

It’s level, it can’t be more level.

"You want to divorce me?" she asked.

Xu Muyu's chest felt heavy.

divorce?

What divorce?

When did he say he wanted to divorce her?

he……

“I… um…?…!”

Xu Muyu was about to speak when his eyes suddenly widened.

Wan Chuncao twisted Xu Muyu's wrist and slammed him against the head of the bed, then bit his lips hard.

Without any rules, her lips crushed his lips, pressing, biting, and nibbling on his lips.

They bit each other randomly, with their lips rubbing against each other.

When she was tired of biting, she slightly parted her lips and looked at Xu Muyu with a pair of misty eyes.

Before they could catch their breath, as soon as their eyes met, Xu Muyu suddenly pulled her hands away, grabbed the back of her head, brought her back, and deepened the kiss.

Xu Muyu's movements were fast and fierce. Compared to Wan Chuncao's random kiss, his kiss was completely oppressive. He rolled over Wan Chuncao's soft lips with heavy breathing.

Wan Chuncao closed her eyes and climbed onto Xu Muyu's shoulders. She was bitten so hard that a sound almost came out of her lips, but was swallowed back by Xu Muyu.

The two lips bit together roughly, even violently, and the air became increasingly scorching.

Xu Muyu hugged Guan Chuncao tightly, his breathing became heavier. He held the back of Guan Chuncao's head and turned over to press her under him.

At the moment she fell and opened her mouth slightly because of a scream, the tip of his tongue invaded and occupied her wantonly.

"Um..."

Wan Chuncao trembled, and the hand that was climbing up Xu Muyu's shoulder tightened.

Xu Muyu led her as if teasing her, and after tightening his hands on her shoulders, he suddenly slowed down his pace.

He would break away when she was deeply involved, and continue when she caught up.

A sweet fragrance gradually rose in the room.

Beautiful lighting.

Wet lips.

Inseparable.

Finally, due to the intense entanglement, the last bit of air was squeezed out, and the lips that were crushed together finally separated with heavy breathing.

They are only a piece of paper apart, so you can breathe more freely and still hold it.

Guan Chuncao nestled in Xu Muyu's arms, her eyes already blurred, her hands softly grasping Xu Muyu's shoulders and breathing, with drops of water still hanging on her rosy lips.

Xu Muyu supported his arms on both sides of Guan Chuncao, his chest still heaving violently above her. He looked down at her, his thin lips bitten red with ambiguous drops of water hanging on them. He panted and lowered his eyes.

Wan Chuncao slowly raised her watery eyes and looked at him.

As soon as their eyes met, Xu Muyu suppressed him again.

The two lips rubbed against each other, and after rubbing twice, they opened their mouths slightly and entangled with each other again.

The ambiguous, charming, and faint panting sounds once again rang out in the room.

"Huh...huh..."

They didn't really separate until they were almost suffocating.

Xu Muyu fell on Guan Chuncao, who hugged him and rose and fell with his breathing.

After his breathing became more stable, Xu Muyu leaned over Wan Chuncao again and stared at her closely.

His breathing became steady, but his madly beating heart wouldn't stop.

Guan Chuncao's watery eyes looked at Xu Muyu again.

They looked at each other quietly.

As their eyes met, Wan Chuncao stretched out her soft hand and slapped Xu Muyu in the face, gasping for breath and glaring at him: "You actually want to divorce me, you bastard."

It’s not heavy, about the same as a fan.

Xu Muyu wiped the water from the corner of her mouth and apologized to her: "It's my fault."

"You still want to divorce me."

Wan Chuncao glared at him again: "You said you wanted to divorce me."

Her breathing was uneven, her momentum was weak, her voice was soft, and her watery eyes looked extremely aggrieved.

"I didn't think so."

Xu Muyu kissed the corner of her eyes and apologized sincerely again: "I don't want to. I won't think about it again."

Even if he had thought so when they had just met, he thought that if they were not suitable, they could divorce and give each other a way out.

But not now, she is his, he wants her to stay by his side.

"you are mine."

Xu Muyu rubbed her bitten lower lip with his fingertips: "What's mine is mine, no one can take it away, not even you, you are mine."

"childish."

After Wan Chuncao glared at him again, the corners of her mouth finally rose a little.

Then, she closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead against his: "Don't talk about divorce."

"No, it's impossible."

Xu Muyu also smiled, a satisfied smile: "Tingting."

I don't know why I wanted to call her.

"Tingting, Tingting."

"Tingting."

Annoyed by his yelling, Wan Chuncao slapped him again.

She never had the heart to do that, so Xu Muyu took her hand and smiled at her.

Wan Chuncao wanted to glance at him again, but seeing him looking at her eagerly, she also laughed: "Annoying."

After laughing twice, she remembered something and looked down: "What are you doing?"