Her waist was held tightly, Xie Wanqing wanted to turn around but couldn’t. At the moment he approached, she became furious and gritted her teeth, saying, "Try coming in if you dare!"

"Oh?" Lu Ziyuan paused his actions, bent down towards her back, and kissed her butterfly bone, again and again, "If I come in, what do you want to do, Wanwan?"

He raised her chin, lowered his eyes and asked with a smile, "What? Aren’t you interested in me?"

After two years as a couple, how could he not realize when she’s not in the mood.

Only their second night in this lifetime, yet she’s already uninterested, no matter how hard he tried, she wasn’t pleased...

Lu Ziyuan’s eyes were murky, his waist sank slightly, but his voice remained calm, "Wanwan couldn’t possibly be tired of this already, right?"

"Let go of me first!" Xie Wanqing moved her waist to escape his closeness, uninterested in dealing with his sarcastic remarks, she said, "Many problems can’t be solved by doing this kind of thing."

"Is that so?" His tone was indifferent, "Why don’t you first tell me who you were thinking of when you were under me just now."

As he spoke, he applied a bit of force to her chin, leaned down to look into her eyes, "Come, tell me, did he make you happier?"

"..." Xie Wanqing laughed in anger, "What answer do you want?"

What answer to know!

Lu Ziyuan’s gaze turned sharp, his lips trembled, only to hear her continue, "Lu Ziyuan, you must admit a fact, you and I have wronged Pei Yuqing, you forcibly took his wife, slept with me, and now you’re still forcing me to compare your bedroom skills?"

She tilted her head to look at him, smiled maliciously, "Do you really want me to say it?"

As if burned by her smile, the iron grip on her waist suddenly loosened, Xie Wanqing finally turned around, raising her hand to slap him, but her wrist was grabbed and stopped before it landed.

"I never felt guilty towards that sickly man. The fact is, he snatched my person first, he took advantage of our disagreements to sneak in!" Lu Ziyuan seized her wrist, his face ferocious, saying word by word: "When he touched you, he should have been prepared to make a mortal enemy with me."

He cherished the girl like a treasure, valued her deeply, yet she had been touched by another man, from body to mind, if he could calmly let go, then he wouldn’t be Lu Ziyuan!

"Finally stopped pretending, didn’t you!" Xie Wanqing laughed loudly, "Finally admitted you never gave up on killing Pei Yuqing, right? Lu Ziyuan, do you know what will happen if you deceive me!"

What will happen...

"Either way, you just want to go back to him," Lu Ziyuan laughed as well, his laughter full of murderous intent, "It’s okay, since you never stopped thinking about it, once I cut him down, you’ll settle peacefully with me."

Upon hearing this, Xie Wanqing nearly bent over, wanting to wipe the tears of laughter but her wrist was held firmly, she could only look at the man before her with teary eyes, laughing, "I know I can’t stop you, go ahead and kill."

"What do you plan to do?" Lu Ziyuan grabbed her neck and asked through gritted teeth, "What do you plan to do!"

"What else can I do," Xie Wanqing looked at him as if at a fool, "Of course, accompany him to death, you’re so mighty and resourceful, we can’t beat you alive, dying is always possible."

As the words fell, silence enveloped the surroundings.

Lu Ziyuan seemed frozen, staring blankly at her.

Xie Wanqing was already on the verge of collapse, not caring about how hurtful her words were, she stared unflinchingly at him and slowly said, "If anything happens to Pei Yuqing, I will die, you can try."

The man in front seemed to suddenly lose strength, the grip on her wrist loosened, before she had a chance to withdraw her hand, she saw him suddenly open his mouth and vomit a mouthful of blood.

A few drops splattered on her face, almost burning her cheek.

Xie Wanqing blinked gently, her hand clenched into a fist, she resisted the urge to support him, her mouth couldn’t utter the cruel words anymore.

She made him cough up blood again...

Lu Ziyuan lay slanted on the side of the bed, blood at the corner of his mouth, without the strength to raise a hand to wipe it.

He stared blankly at the bamboo embroidery on the top of the canopy, motionless, his expression dazed.

...What a pair of invincible lovers of fortitude.

He was so fortunate to witness such unwavering love, should he applaud?

Thinking this way, he actually raised his hand to clap.

Xie Wanqing covered herself with the quilt and sat up, seeing his pale face, blood at the corner of his lips, clapping hands, she felt both scared and sad.