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Fresh air gradually returned and her throat resumed breathing. She covered her chest and coughed a few times, her neck aching, which must have been bruised by him.

Song Weiyu was about to yell at him when he looked up and saw that Fu Haitang's dark eyes were devoid of any emotion. There were only whirlpools and the madness of destroying or being destroyed.

He grabbed his chest and shoulders fiercely in front of her eyes.

Those half-healed wounds were cut again, and new wounds covered old wounds, layer upon layer, just like the injuries she had inflicted on Fu Haitang countless times.

The damage to his heart was worse than to his body.

Song Weiyu stood on tiptoe and hugged him tightly to stop his self-abusive behavior.

"Wake up Fu Haitang, look at me, it's me."

Fu Haitang just wanted to vent the violent gene in his body, and even wanted to pick her up and throw her to the ground. Reason was struggling again: "She is your wife, all your sufferings are for her, she is the person you love most in this world."

He endured it patiently and pushed her to the door, searching for the door lock with his trembling hands.

"I don't want to leave. I won't leave."

Song Weiyu took his hand off the door lock, put it on the ribbon knot behind her neck, put her arms around his waist, and kissed him.

"If it hurts, just bite me..."

He felt a soft pressure on his lips, and he looked at the woman in front of him with trembling eyelashes. His hand that was against the door moved to the woman's waist.

Pinching and pressing, his hot arms held her tightly in his arms, he kissed her back resolutely.

The pain in his body was relieved by this intense kiss. His hand fell on the back of the woman's neck, constantly stroking the fragile ribbon. He had long wanted to untie this gift.

He suddenly pulled Song Weiyu away, pushed her against the door and stared at her.

The woman's eyes were filled with confusion. She blinked blankly and panted slightly, "Fu Haitang..."

His Adam's apple rolled deep, and his eyes invaded her red lips inch by inch, "Do you know what you are doing?"

He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers again, "We're getting a divorce, do you understand?"

The kiss moved down her slender neck, causing her to shudder, and she dug her fingers into the man's strong and sturdy arms.

"Well... now, we are not having an affair, right?"

The ribbon was wrapped around his fingertips, and he was about to pull it but couldn't.

Fu Haitang bit her slender shoulder and threatened viciously: "You come to me at this time, so just take it and don't keep shouting: I can't take it anymore."

Song Weiyu was so disturbed by the overwhelming kisses that she didn't know what day it was. The ribbon behind her neck had been untied. She covered her chest with her hands, feeling a little dazed.

Fu Haitang lifted her hips with one hand, carried her to the window, and violently pulled the curtains shut.

Just inside the curtain, continue to unwrap the gift.

Not only did he untie it, he tasted it deeply, venting the pain that was clamoring in his body in another way with a sense of punishment.

Song Weiyu bit her lip and lowered her head, grabbing the curtain with one hand, like a drowning person climbing onto a piece of driftwood.

The curtain was torn open by the swinging arms. Fu Haitang opened his eyes and looked out the window. The violently swaying curtains looked like snowflakes flying outside the window.

He coaxed her to turn around and face the glass again.

"Baby, look, it's snowing."

Song Weiyu looked out the window in a daze, her palms covered with warm sweat were pressed against the glass, and Fu Haitang's big hand clasped the back of her hand.

On this day of the first true snow, the two were inseparable, fingers intertwined.

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The next morning, light sneaked in through the gaps in the curtains.

She wanted to continue peeking at the bed, but stopped at the torn skirt and wrinkled trousers under the bed.

Fu Haitang half leaned on the pillow, looking at the person who was sleeping in his arms. She slept soundly, but her eyelashes trembled from time to time, and she moved closer to his arms.

He has always been decisive, but at this moment he was hesitant and didn't know what to do.

Should I keep her or give her to Chen Fang?

But what if I keep her? Let her watch me go crazy and degenerate and rot?

But he couldn't bear to give it to Chen Fang.

Fu Haitang lifted her up and laid her on top of him. Song Weiyu frowned and groaned, "Don't move. Sleep a little longer."

He didn't feel any pain when pressing on the wound. Instead, he found the way she wrinkled her nose funny. He tidied up the long hair of the person on him and touched here and there.

She was annoyed by Song Weiyu's touching, so she struggled to raise her head and bit his Adam's apple without letting go.

He laughed low and deep, freeing her neck from the little fangs and slapping her on the butt.

"Is this revenge for last night?"

The person in my arms suddenly wilted and found a comfortable position to lie down again.

His whole body rose and fell with Fu Haitang's breathing, and he muttered in a daze: "You're like crazy. My whole body hurts, you better behave yourself tonight and don't touch me."

Fu Haitang narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin: "What do you mean? You're not leaving today? Are you staying at home tonight?"

Song Weiyu was so tired that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, and said in a long tone: "Well... I'm not leaving."