I am the daughter of an imperial physician. I usually only plant flowers and see doctors in the house, and my life is light and waterless.
That day, my father went to see a doctor and picked up a dying man from outside the city. After being rescued, the man insisted on committing himself to her.
I said no, just give me money.
I think he's mentally ill.
But my dad doesn't think so. My father said that he is smart, smart, has a good frame, and has the strength to do things, so he is suitable to be left as a son-in-law. So it was decided.
So we got married in a daze, and he looked at me like a wolf that had been hungry for days.
I glanced at him and his breathing changed, and the next moment he took me to the bed.
Before I could react, I was already being held down by him.
My life has never been peaceful since then.
I was drying herbs in the yard, and my sleeves slid up, revealing a section of my white wrist.
His eyes instantly seemed to be burned by fire, staring straight at me, wishing he could pull me to do something on the spot.
I said a few words to him, and he stared at my mouth and got angry when he saw me.
I raised my hand and patted his shoulder. His shoulders instantly became as tense as stones, and his breathing was so heavy that I thought he was going to tear down the house.
The most outrageous thing was this morning. I cooked porridge in the kitchen and asked casually while holding the bowl: "Do you want some porridge this morning?"
He suddenly raised his head, looked at me with burning eyes, and his voice changed: "Are you... Willing?"
I was stunned: "What do I want?"
His eyes actually turned red, he hugged me and said, "I do."
Me: "... What exactly do you want?!"
Later I realized something was wrong.
Finally one day, I secretly opened a book with two big words written on the cover - Restriction.
Good guy, it turns out he is the kind of male protagonist in a novel.
Do you know that kind of writing?
Except for that thing, it's still that thing. Looking at each other is like thunder from the sky, talking is like fire from the earth, even if you show your wrist, you can lose control on the spot.
And I,
On the cover of my own book, it says Qing Shui Wen.
Between the two of us, one is a restricted-level wolf, and the other is Qing Shuiwen's dish.
His mind was full of indescribable things, and it took me a long time to mentally construct even holding hands.
How can this be done?
I decided to follow Qingshuiwen's rules.
"Husband," I held the porridge and looked at him seriously, "from today on, we agreed not to move your hands or feet, not to stare at me, not to..."
He stood up and walked towards me.
That look came again.
I took a step back: "You... What are you going to do?"
Intention: love
