Chatper 188 (1/2)

"Speak well, but you may not be able to listen, so why is it necessary?" Pei Yibai asked back.

Song Weiyi, who was left speechless by his question, felt that his breathing became difficult, and Pei Yibai who was approaching sucked up most of the air around him.

This vile man, she could hardly breathe, and Song Weiyi felt aggrieved.

"You are the only one in the world, Song Weiyi. Do you think that it is so easy to be replaced by a person's existence? And how easy is it to accept a person? If this is true, we will definitely not have the chance to meet, let alone Don't talk about marriage."

Pei Yibai's chest heaved violently, probably in direct proportion to his emotions.

The low air pressure around made Song Weiyi even more unable to breathe, so she became a sinner instead? Everything you do is in vain?

"I, Pei Yibai, will only have you, Song Weiyi, as my only wife in my life. How can you be willing to believe such words?" He grabbed her chin tightly, forcing Song Weiyi to meet his eyes.

On that cold face, the eyes were motionless, dark and deep, as if to force him to give an answer.

Song Weiyi's throat seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Pei Yibai, we are not suitable...uh..." Halfway through the words, Song Weiyi's lips were suddenly blocked by him.

Her eyes widened, apparently surprised by the mutation, and she didn't react.

Pei Yibai emphasized the text, bit her lips, and bit hard.

Song Weiyi immediately exclaimed in pain, "It hurts so much, Pei Yibai, are you a dog?"

"If you don't let it hurt, how do you know what to say? What not to say?" Pei Yibai sneered.

"I'm doing it for your own good..."

"Bullshit for my own good! What did you say when you swore your mother-in-law had a feudal cancer yesterday? In just one night, you made the decision for me in the name of my own good?"

Song Weiyi felt guilty when he heard his questioning, it was just different from the past.

"What? Can't speak?" Pei Yibai snorted coldly.

Song Weiyi felt that his aura was crushed suddenly, and he pouted unconvincedly.

Facing Pei Yibai's cannibalistic gaze, the little Jiujiu in his heart was immediately suppressed.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Song Weiyi found out in horror that he had been tied up by Pei Yibai and tied to the head of the bed.

"Oh, what do you think?"

"Pei Yibai, speak up if you have something to say, you are being violent."

"There's nothing to say, this is the second time, so you must be taught a lesson accordingly." Pei Yibai stood up, unbuttoning his pajamas gracefully and slowly.

Wherever Song Weiyi looked, he could only see Pei Yibai's white chest showing little by little, and he immediately salivated, and subconsciously swallowed it down his throat.

"I am innocent."

"It's too late. Also, this time you are not innocent at all."

The corner of Song Weiyi's mouth twitched, watching Pei Yibai approach step by step, and then, his hands stopped on her pajamas.

Song Weiyi was inexplicably familiar with this action, thinking of the two wedding presents that had already been scrapped, Song Weiyi screamed subconsciously. "Don't tear my pajamas..."

However, it was too late to say this sentence. Just as the voice fell, another "tearing" sound came at the same time.

There was a coolness in his chest, and Song Weiyi wanted to go crazy.

"Pei Yibai, what happened to my pajamas? Can't you be nicer to it? Also, it's already half past eight, I have to go to work, you have to go to work."