She never expected Wen Nanxi, who was usually as gentle as jade, to be so direct.
Wen Nanxi originally didn't want to hear such heartless words from her, but in the end, Wen Nanxi couldn't control himself.
Su Muyao, in a daze, felt surrounded by Wen Nanxi's subtle bamboo-like scent, faint and captivating, making it hard to resist.
Her mind was blank, and she found it difficult to breathe.
After a long while, he gently released her.
Wen Nanxi's fingers, long and delicate, lightly stroked her lips and murmured, "Be good, don't ever say such heartless things again."
"I am your Beast Husband, I will not leave you."
He couldn't bear to hear such things.
At this moment, Wen Nanxi looked down at her, his gaze as deep as a painting, filled with an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Su Muyao wanted to dodge.
But her body was trapped between him and the wall, leaving her no escape.
"Wife, hmm?"
As if if she did not answer, he would not let her go.
