newbobooks Chapter 117 He wore his wedding ring lightly
Chapter 117 He wore his wedding ring lightly
ill……
Zhou Gangxun lowered his voice, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy. He flipped through his wife's photos with his fingers, a smirk playing on his lips. He was indeed sick.
The diagnosis and medical records were kept in the drawer next to their bed where their marriage certificate was kept.
What illness is it?
The filth of being forced into becoming a slutty, despicable hussy by his beautiful, slutty wife.
twenty minutes.
When Zhou Gangxun arrived home, the whole house smelled of his wife's strawberry shower gel.
It was washed at least three times.
It was one more time than usual.
Where is his wife?
Zhou Gangxun's gaze shifted from the bathroom to the bedroom, where he saw a pale body lying on the bed, foolishly pretending to be asleep while craning its neck and looking outside with one eye open.
Zhou Gangxun suddenly laughed; his wife seemed to have also fallen ill, with a kind of vexation.
We need him to help treat it.
……
There was only one dim, warm lamp lit in the bedroom.
Zhou Gangxun looked at his ring finger, which was just touching his wedding ring.
He wore his wedding ring low, behind the second knuckle, because that's where it was most clearly visible.
His wife is shallow too.
Zhou Gangxun stared at her like a voyeur, with a playful, gentle, malicious, and tireless gaze.
We're still a long way off; we need to take it slowly.
He has plenty of patience; ten days, half a month...
With tears welling in her eyes, Ruan Zhijuan opened her lips, and in a pleading manner, hurriedly hugged Zhou Gangxun and kissed him, saying, "Zhou Gangxun, I hate you..."
"Hate? Didn't you like it just now, wife?" Zhou Gangxun chuckled, looking at Ruan Zhijuan who was practically glued to him, then lifted the soaking wet man up and kissed his neck like he was grooming a cat. "How much did you hate it, wife?"
"You...you're a bastard, a bad person." Ruan Zhijuan was completely exhausted from the kiss, and she struggled to pull the pillow over to cover the sheets. "I...I've never seen a worse person than you, you stinking dog, you dirty dog..."
"Yes, I'm a bastard, a bad person," Zhou Gangxun admitted, his gaze fixed on Ruan Zhijuan, his lips rubbing against Ruan Zhijuan's lips. Following Ruan Zhijuan's verdict, he confessed his crime, "A few months ago, I ignored your feelings and spoke harshly to you..."
"I can talk so meanly to my own wife; there's really no one worse than me in this world."
He deserves to be struck by lightning.
"What…" Ruan Zhijuan, whose mind was already a mess, became even more confused. His voice was nasal, as if it had been dampened by the heat, "When did this happen…?"
His beautiful eyes refocused on Zhou Gangxun. Wasn't he the one who had been so mean to Zhou Gangxun, not letting him eat his fill, making him work, earning money for him to spend, and even calling him a stray dog, a filthy poor wretch, always dirty and fighting with dogs for food...
Sometimes I would slap him, stomp on his body...
As if remembering something, Ruan Zhijuan pressed her face against Zhou Gangxun's, rubbing against his skin, and asked, "So, you always had wounds on your face during that time because of this? You slapped yourself... right?"
This went on for seven or eight days. Every morning, Ruan Zhijuan would see that Zhou Gangxun's face and the corners of his mouth were broken, and sometimes there was blood.
How did it stop?
Because he called the police.
Yes, the police were called.
Zhou Gangxun chuckled inwardly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he kissed and rubbed Ruan Zhijuan's lips. His kind wife thought someone had hurt this bastard.
"Zhou Gangxun, I...I'll take you to see a doctor..." Ruan Zhijuan's trembling, weak body tilted back as she hugged Zhou Gangxun and kissed him haphazardly. She knew that Zhou Gangxun's condition was not right. How could anyone be so indifferent to and harm their own body?
Zhou Gangxun is definitely sick.
"I...you're mistaken, Zhou Gangxun. You've never said anything bad about me. You've always given me money, taken care of me, and served me. I know that..."
With her eyes brimming with tears, Ruan Zhijuan earnestly cupped Zhou Gangxun's face and stared at him as she lectured, "Zhou Gangxun, your body and hair are gifts from your parents. If you don't cherish your body, your parents will be heartbroken."
Thinking that Zhou Gangxun's parents had passed away, Ruan Zhijuan felt that she might have said something wrong.
Zhou Gangxun no longer has parents who care about him.
His eyes turned even redder, and he grabbed Zhou Gangxun's hand to touch his heart. "I... I'm your wife, I can be sad too, Zhou Gangxun."
"My heart hurts here, it's very uncomfortable." Ruan Zhijuan pouted, revealing her true feelings to Zhou Gangxun for the first time. "Your leg is broken, you can't hear, your stomach is upset, and it hurts here too. Whenever you're not doing well, I feel bad, Zhou Gangxun..."
Zhou Gangxun felt the strong beating of his heart under his palm, swallowed hard, kissed Ruan Zhijuan's eyes that were full of him, and bowed his head to his wife, "I'm so bad, I've hurt my wife's heart."
"Smack, smack," the sounds of kisses echoed from his heart, chest, skin, and flesh, as Zhou Gangxun promised, "No more, never again, my wife would be heartbroken..."
Ruan Zhijuan's heart throbbed with a ticklish sensation from the kisses, and her body felt weak.
Yes...yes, he is Zhou Gangxun's wife, so it hurts.
He also feels sorry for the cats and dogs he sees on the street.
No...no problem, he's still that wicked wife, she'll be devoured by the wicked Zhou Gangxun, she'll enjoy being loved by him, and she'll live with him forever and ever.