Suddenly, he pulled Ling Rong into his arms, lifted her chin, and warned coldly:
"Listen, you are my woman. If you dare let another man touch you, I will take your life!"
"Understood, I won't let anyone touch me!" Ling Rong nodded quickly.
She felt like crying but had no tears; it wasn't her fault that others tried to touch her.
It was others who insisted on touching her.
"Good, as long as you behave obediently." He flashed a charming smile, looking very alluring, and Ling Rong couldn't help but stare.
He looked truly handsome...
And this handsome man, this man of noble status, is her husband.
Ling Rong's heartbeat quickened; she felt grateful once again that she chose him.
Yun Shangshu looked down at her swollen hands and softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Her hands were red and swollen from washing clothes, and he actually noticed.
And he gently asked if it hurt...
Ling Rong felt her heart swell, filled with something called happiness.
