Is this woman, who only knows how to apply makeup and change clothes every day, really a venomous vixen capable of poisoning people?
Thinking that he had shared a bed with such a woman for more than two years, a shiver ran down his spine, feeling somewhat creepy.
"You..." Lin Yuanshan's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping. He grabbed Zhao Qiao'er's wrist and led her into the house: "Come with me inside first."
Zhao Qiao'er frowned, her delicately drawn willow-leaf eyebrows knitting, as her jade bracelet clinked against her husband's arm.
"Oh dear! What's wrong with you? You're not answering my questions, and it's driving me crazy with anxiety."
Zhao Qiao'er tried hard to free her hand, causing the pearl pendant on her collar to sway, "Did it work out or not, give me a definitive answer!"
Lin Yuanshan, without explanation, dragged her toward the main house, his grip so strong that Zhao Qiao'er nearly stumbled.
