It seems that over these years, he really hasn't been doing well. She had thought that being with her would be much better than being with Jian Yanyan.
She gave a bitter smile.
She was still in a daze when he suddenly flipped over and pressed on top of her.
Jiang Meilin was panicking, but perhaps because of the alcohol, she felt her body unbearably hot.
Under his fervent kisses, she half-heartedly participated in their first post-marriage lovemaking.
Truly a long-delayed wedding night.
Watching him roll off her, muttering Jian Yanyan's name, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She wanted to take a hot towel to wipe the sweat off his face, but she couldn't move; she felt sweat all over her own body too, unable to wash, so she just stared silently at the ceiling.
Enduring the awful sensation of being sticky with sweat, she had never felt this way before.
She didn't know when she fell asleep, waking up again to Shen Mingfeng's furious shouting.
