After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Feng Qiwu looked at her tearful eyes, and instead of feeling any sympathy, he became even more violent.

A person as delicate as glass deserves to be stained with this gorgeous blood color. Moreover, is she really as weak as she appears?

If she were really stained with blood, would she, like him, show a moment of crazy joy?

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes with a playful look and looked at her, "I pity you, but I am also helping you."

His dark eyes were filled with the fierce aggression of a ferocious wolf, and deep within them was a desperate desire to tease and plunder prey. It was so eerie that it sent chills down one's spine.

Wen Ranyan was shivering, her whole body stiff with cold. She grabbed his sleeve and begged desperately.

"don't want……"

She cried till she was in tears.

Feng Qiwu slowly leaned close to her ear and taught her personally in the most slow and hoarse tone.

"The neck is very vulnerable. If you are not sure, you can stab her there first, and then take advantage of her victory to pursue her."

He was not talking nonsense; he was really teaching seriously.

Wen Ranyan shed tears helplessly, not knowing whether he had heard it or not.

Feng Qiwu pretended not to notice her tears and forcefully thrust the dagger into her hand, chuckling softly, “Come, take the dagger and stab it into her neck.”

Wen Ranyan looked at the bloody assassin in front of her and shook her head in shock. She wanted to retreat, but Feng Qiwu was so strong that she was held in his arms and could not break free no matter what.

Seeing her resisting and struggling, Feng Qiwu couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it, I'll teach you step by step."

As if in compromise, he placed his big hand on her small hand. Suddenly, his eyes turned fierce and he led her small hand forward.

"Pfft-"

It was the sound of a dagger sinking into flesh.

Then, blood spurted, dyeing Wen Ranyan's jade-like face red, like a blooming red plum, incredibly charming for a moment.

"Husband...is it ok?"

Wen Ranyan stared blankly at the assassin who was screaming in pain, and then looked at her own bloody hands. She was so frightened that she seemed to have lost her soul, and even her voice trembled and could not speak clearly.

Feng Qiwu opened her thin lips and answered irrelevantly: "If she still wants to struggle, you should quickly cut her tendons in her hands and feet. Then, she will no longer be able to struggle."

Seeing her horrified expression, Feng Qiwu led her hand again to do something bloody.

The assassin's tendons in his hands and feet were severed, and his whole body was convulsing in pain. The whites of his eyes bulged, and he was like a fish on a chopping board, unable to make any waves and could only be slaughtered.

Feng Qiwu looked at the dying assassin coldly, the smile on his lips becoming more seductive and dangerous. The thick smell of blood on the ground filled his nose. He was like a ferocious beast that had broken free from its chains. The bloodthirsty brutality grew more and more, making him indulge in pleasure.

He gently twisted the remaining blood in his palm and said in a cold and lazy voice: "Then, you stab the dagger into her heart."

Feng Qiwu held her little hand and suddenly stabbed the assassin in the heart.

The dagger sank into the assassin, who convulsed and finally died.

After a bloody teaching session, both men's faces were stained with blood. They were too close to each other, not only did the smell of blood mix together, but it seemed as if everything had blended together.

Feng Qiwu panted slightly and asked with a smile: "Have you learned it?"

Wen Ranyan was scared and speechless. She quietly side-glanced at his gorgeous bloodstained profile. There seemed to be a burning look in her eyes, and her lips were slightly raised where he couldn't see.

Even if she doesn't learn these, she will know them.

But he taught her with such enthusiasm and step by step, so of course she had to act a little stupid and afraid, so that he could teach her more easily, excitedly and hard.

Besides, what girl would know such things? She cried like that and was so scared, he must be very happy.

Feng Qiwu stroked her neck and asked in a teasing voice, "Have you learned it?"

"These, these I can't learn." Wen Ranyan shook her head suddenly, her eyes were red from tears, but the red corners of her eyes seemed to be full of charm.

Feng Qiwu lowered his eyes and looked at her without blinking.

Wen Ranyan seemed to be really scared. She sobbed weakly and her tears were almost dried up.

She had been dressed elegantly, but now her hair was disheveled and her snow-white satin dress was already soaked in blood. Perhaps because of the pulling just now, the laces had loosened, exposing a large area of ​​her fair skin. She looked disheveled, but also a bit seductive.

He didn't look like he was scared, but rather like he had been severely abused.

Especially when her little face was stained with blood and her almond eyes were charming, her allure reached its peak, like a demon or evil spirit luring people into the abyss amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Feng Qiwu looked at him carefully, and suddenly there was some unknown meaning in his eyes, and the wolf-like aggressive desire was terrifying. He turned his gaze and stared at her tender little lips for a long time.

"Husband, I'm so scared. Can you let me get up first?" Wen Ranyan saw the desire in his eyes and immediately understood what he meant.

Her thin lips were slightly curved, her breath was as sweet as orchid, and although her eyes were timid, they were bright and shining when she looked around.

Her entire body was almost in his arms, soft and limp, and she was so scared that she had no strength left. As she struggled to get up, her two shy flowers brushed against his arms. This subtle temptation was hard to ignore.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, Feng Qiwu's eyes darkened and his rationality was completely devoured at this moment.

He held her slender waist, leaned over and kissed her fiercely.

Feng Qiwu was like a ferocious wolf devoured by desire; his kiss was fierce and lingering, full of intense aggression.

Wen Ranyan lay between his legs, her head tilted back, forced to endure his brutality, unable to stop tiny moans from emanating from her lips.

It was this little moan that made the situation almost out of control. Feng Qiwu's eyes were blazing, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.

Wen Ranyan lay limp on his legs, letting him do whatever he wanted.

While the two were struggling, Wen Ranyan's inner clothes had long disappeared, revealing her snow-white skin and the small dress embroidered with cold plums in front of Feng Qiwu. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the straps of her small dress.

Wen Ranyan's eyes turned red from the kiss. She begged for mercy, but her hands slowly wrapped around his waist.

"Husband..."