Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 7 Awake

Not long after Yan Chi left, Yan Cheng gradually woke up.

It was probably because he was feverish that his mind was not clear. Seeing Song Jinshu lying beside the bed, Yan Cheng grabbed his wrist abruptly, as if trying to break his hand with all his strength.

Song Jinshu was a light sleeper, and woke up immediately after being grabbed like this, and looked at Yan Cheng in horror, who had lost his composure.

Seeing the fear in Song Jinshu's eyes, Yan Cheng let go of Song Jinshu's hand, looked down at the candlelight by the table, and saw that Song Jinshu's wrist was already bruised.

Somewhat annoyed, he stretched out his hand and rubbed it. Song Jinshu shrank back as if he was about to withdraw his hand and finally restrained it, so he placed it in front of Yan Cheng.

Seeing his reaction, Yan Cheng felt distressed and felt that he was not human.

He picked up the medicinal wine beside the bed and smeared it on Song Jinshu's hands. He had just had a nightmare, dreaming that he and Song Jinshu fell off the cliff together, and trying to save him, Song Jinshu was smashed to the ground.

There was still cold sweat on his forehead, and even the hand that applied Song Jinshu's medicine was trembling with fear. he tried to restrain himself and not get noticed.

The room was so quiet that only the intertwined breathing of the two could be heard. Yan Cheng's breathing was short. He was someone who had just died once, and the dream just now was really not a good sign.

Song Jinshu lowered his eyelashes, and his high bridged nose cast a shadow on both sides of his nose. His black hair is like a crow's feather which was casually tied behind his head, making the cinnabar mole on his forehead bright and moving complementing his snow-white complexion.

Yan Cheng continued to apply the medicine without letting go of his hand. Instead, he pulled Song Jinshu towards him. Song Jinshu blushed and finally sat down beside Yan Cheng with teary eyes.

Looking at his appearance, Yan Cheng knew that Song Jinshu must have thought of something bad.

With a sigh, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. The wound ointment was very useful. His hand was no longer hurt.

The tone was distressed and helpless, "If you don't like it, you can reject me, and I won't force you anymore."

Song Jinshu looked up at Yan Cheng dumbfoundedly as if he could not understand the words.

reject?

He still remembered the consequences of his rejection last time, being tortured by Yan Cheng in bed for a whole night without any mercy, after which he was ill for a whole month before gradually getting better.

The Yan family now belongs to Yan Cheng, and no one dares to reject him, let alone Song Jinshu, who has never had any status, to begin with.

He just thought about what Yan Cheng said and got confused thought, he didn't take it to heart, and he didn't nod in acceptance.

Looking at him, Yan Cheng knew that Song Jinshu didn't take it seriously at all, and he also did not want to rush this matter.

Song Jinshu had been married to him for almost half a year, and every time he either raped him or kicked him out of the room and made him sleep in the woodshed. He even beat him in front of his servants.

Now if he tells him that he loves him too much, he has reformed and will treat him well, It's as good as being regarded as a lunatic by Song Jinshu.

Yan Cheng removed a white jade pendant from his waist and hung it on Song Jinshu's waist. This jade pendant was bestowed by the Old Man Yan, one to his eldest son and to the second son in the temple. He and Yan Chi had worn it for ten years and never took it off.

Song Jinshu didn't dare to accept it, and struggled to return it to him, but was forcefully suppressed by Yan Cheng.

"If I treat you badly again in the future, just slap me in the face."

Yang Cheng grabbed Song Jinshu's hand and made him slap his face, making the other person teary again.