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Xia Yueqing's retreat was completely blocked by his words.

So, not only can she not get a divorce, but also, as Pei Yiting said, satisfy his needs and fulfill the most basic requirements of a wife?

She just felt shuddering all over her body. Needs and requirements, these two shackles weighed heavily on her body, making her breathless.

Her fingers were slightly bent, the veins on the back of her hand were bulging, and her whole body was trembling like chaff.

Pei Yiting felt that there was something wrong with Xia Yueqing like this.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Xia Yueqing opened her eyes with great difficulty, and she saw Pei Yiting's face slowly overlap with Xia Guangxi's.

That was the nightmare in her heart, a nightmare she would never forget in her entire life.

With an "ah", she suddenly sat up from the bed, and broke free from Pei Yiting's shackles in an instant.

The whole person was completely out of control, and strong hatred burst out from the bottom of his eyes, "Scum, devil, stay away from me."

While roaring, he swung his limbs vigorously and kicked Pei Yiting non-stop.

This is very different from Xia Yueqing in the past.

He has seen the demure, lively, naughty Xia Yueqing.

But I have never seen such a hysterical person at this moment.

"Xia Yueqing, what's wrong with you?" Pei Yiting pinched her arm and asked sharply.

However, Xia Yueqing didn't seem to hear his voice at all.

Shou was caught by him, and he still had legs.

She kicked Pei Yiting's calf hard.

Even as if he still didn't understand his hatred, he grabbed Pei Yiting's hand and bit down hard on his skinny wrist.

"Hmm..." Pei Yiting snorted.

This bite was not light, he felt that his skin was broken, and the blood inside leaked out little by little, but Xia Yueqing didn't seem to feel it, and didn't let go.

Pei Yiting's face was livid, "Xia Yueqing, shut up."

It's just that she couldn't listen and didn't respond at all.

She is not angry now, because her eyes have no perception of his voice or his words.

Pei Yiting had no choice but to release the other hand that was restraining her, and pinched the corner of Xia Yueqing's mouth tightly.

The severe pain hit, and Xia Yueqing, who was robbed of her reason by resentment, felt as if someone had poured cold water on her head.

She raised her eyes in a daze, and saw the bloody wrist lying in front of her, and she felt a faint fishy-sweet taste in her mouth.

Seeing that her eyes were finally in focus, the stern look on Pei Yiting's face receded slightly.

However, in the next second, Xia Yueqing's eyes turned white, her whole body softened, and she fell back directly.

"Damn it." The moment the man cursed, he quickly grabbed her waist with his quick eyes.

Xia Yueqing's fate of falling was avoided.

"Xia Yueqing, Xia Yueqing." He called twice, but she showed no sign of waking up.

As shrewd as Pei Yiting, she has already discovered that Xia Yueqing's behavior today is unusual.

He was so mad that he said something completely irrational, which really irritated Xia Yueqing.

But he felt that it should not be the only reason.

But now, Pei Yiting didn't have time to care about these things. He hugged Xia Yueqing horizontally and rushed out of the room.

Outside, the old lady's chicken soup had just boiled for a while.