So What If I Suck a Little Yang Energy?

Song Zhi woke up one morning to find herself with a dead husband. He was domineering and controlling, his identity a mystery, and he doted on her endlessly. When it mattered, he could even save her life. The only problem was that he needed to drain her yang energy every single day. Song Zhi held back again and again, until she could take no more. “Enough! I want a divorce!” Gu Hengli smiled, his gaze chilling. “We're already married. Where do you think you can run?” “You belong to me alone.”