After Marrying the Young General

[The superficially cold-blooded and withdrawn but actually double-standard paranoid, possessive general She was not willing to marry, so after a certain banquet, Xi Jingce pushed her down on the rockery in the back garden. A few locks of her high braids fell down and brushed against her cheek. Their breathing could be heard. He was half coaxing and half threatening: "Miss Hang, marry me or marry someone else. You can only choose one." After the marriage, Mrs. Chenxiang loved Hang Zhao very much and let her live with her. Xi Jingce pulled her mother's sleeve and said with a helpless smile: "Mom, you are the wife of a child every year, please give her back to me." Mrs. Chenxiang rejected his request. Hang Zhao was gloating about his misfortune, but he was stopped by Xi Jingce and carried away. Surrounded by pear wood and agarwood, his ears and temples were rubbing against each other, and his lips and teeth were touching. "Xi Jingce, you are shameless!" Xi Jingce crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Well, what Madam said is right, but it's too late."