Seeing the complaint in Qi Nichang's eyes, Chen Mo turned his body towards her, gently pinching her cheek, and said softly, "You'll get used to it in the future."
"You want me to get used to it?" Qi Nichang, who was always headstrong in the palace, had restrained herself quite a bit after leaving, but her nature remained. Now that she was married to him, she was not afraid of him, and said, "You wish you were dead from being so beautiful."
"Is this how you speak to your husband?" Chen Mo playfully slapped her thigh and said, "Have you forgotten how you begged for mercy last night?"
Chen Mo's words only made it worse; all the pent-up frustration Qi Nichang had from last night came bubbling to the surface.
Such a good brother, such a good father.
Yet, she had to satisfy all his strange fetishes.
The embarrassing...
Just thinking about it, Qi Nichang wished she could just die from shame.
But last night, in her dazed state from being bullied, she had done everything he asked.
