"I just fell asleep," Lin Yixun complained.
"You are my wife, naturally you have to sleep with me." The man gently placed her on the bed, but his words were quite domineering.
"Leng Yixiu, we're not married yet."
The man glanced at her deeply, "In my heart, you've been my wife for a long time, not to mention…"
"Not to mention what?"
The man's gaze changed slightly, then he took out two red booklets from the bedside drawer. At first, Lin Yixun didn't pay attention, but when she clearly saw the golden letters on the covers, she was so shocked she could hardly speak.
"This is..."
"Our marriage certificates."
Lin Yixun's face instantly turned a bit ugly. Although that less than a year of marriage was short, it made Lin Yixun experience all kinds of coldness and warmth. She didn't want to recall those unpleasant memories.
