Love after Marriage

SIN

Wen Qian looked at his raised eyebrows and faint smile and suddenly didn't know what to say.

　　She looked at his chest intently, and saw faint scratches under his clothes, one after another, which was very shocking to see.

　　She wasn't sure if it was just what she saw, and wondered if there was anything else she couldn't see.

　　Shang Mo seemed to do it on purpose, changing his clothes in front of her and showing her his back.

　　Wen Qian hid under the quilt, her eyelashes trembling at a new frequency. She thought she would see a very eye-catching scene, but unexpectedly she saw a heart-wrenching picture.

　　Shang Mo's back was in a horrible state, with scratches all over his cold white skin. If the scratches on his chest had made Wen Qian tremble with fear, then the scratches on his back could only be described as heart-breaking.

　　She had no idea when she caught him like this.

　　Is she a cat?

　　The claws are powerful here.

　　"Um..." Wen Qian poked her head out from under the quilt, revealing her pointed chin, and pursed her lips, "Does your back hurt?"

　　Shang Mo casually threw his tattered nightgown on the back of the chair and rummaged through the closet for a shirt. Just as he took it out, he heard Wen Qian speak and looked at his back in the direction of her voice.

　　I was in high spirits last night, all my consciousness was absorbed in the desperate struggle, so I didn't feel any pain. But after a night's sleep, the pain in my back started to ferment.

　　It was a rustling sound, not really painful, but not the kind of pain that could be ignored either. Fortunately, he could bear it.

　　As a man, you can't enjoy yourself at night and start looking for trouble during the day.

　　He looked away, "It's okay."

　　Fortunately, it means not so good. Wen Qian couldn't tell what her mood was at the moment.

　　I feel a little depressed and a little inexplicable, as if... I feel heartbroken.

　　The next second, she denied it again. Why should she feel sorry for him? He was clearly the one who was tossing her around last night. She even cried and begged him, but he didn't stop. He held her in his arms, kissed her non-stop, and tossed her around non-stop.

　　Later I asked her if she felt comfortable.

　　She didn't remember what she replied, it could be good or bad.

　　Her consciousness was hazy at that time and she couldn't speak properly.

　　"You can't blame me for this." Wen Qian pouted, "Blame yourself. You were the one who tormented me first."

　　Shang Mo knew that he was the one who started it all, and he was the one who provoked it first, so he deserved to be hurt in the end. After reaping the sweetness, one must suffer some pain.

　　He put on his shirt and came over, without buttoning it. He knelt on one knee beside the bed, supported himself with his hands, and kissed Wen Qian's forehead gently, saying softly, "Don't blame you, it's my fault."

　　Wen Qian pouted and muttered, "You should have been gentler last night."

　　That way she wouldn't do anything because it was too unbearable, let alone scratch him.

"I can't help it." Shang Mo stared into her eyes, his lips raised in a seductive arc, "Mrs. Shang is so delicious, I can't help it."

　　Wen Qian: "...slippery tongue."