General, Stop Pretending! Madam Is Flirtatious Every Night

The night I entered the novel, I was drugged by green tea. The cold-faced God of War lifted his hijab and handed over a letter of divorce: "Leave on your own in three days." I threw him down on the wedding bed with my backhand. "Either sleep with me tonight, or collect the body for me tomorrow." Later, he pressed me against the wall and his voice was hoarse: "Xu Xingxing, what do you want?" I licked the corner of my mouth: "I want you."