Yelyu Lie, filled with rage, kicked the door open with a bang.
At a glance, he saw the petite figure lying sideways on the bed.
She was wearing the clothes he had meticulously prepared for her, made by five or six tailors who worked tirelessly for a day and a night!
Originally, he wanted her to wear it at their wedding banquet, but she said it was too grand, so he complied and changed it to a family dinner.
He had already compromised again and again, but why was she so unappreciative!
Indeed, as they say, women from the Central Plains always push their limits; they cannot be spoiled!
Yelyu Lie strode forward, taking two steps to reach the bedside.
Before the person on the bed could wake, he leaned forward, his tall and strong body pressing her down.
Isn't she going to sleep?
Fine!
Then let's sleep together!
Let her sleep thoroughly!
He extended his bronze-colored large hands, trying to undo the complex claps.
