My husband is a wife

Chapter 154 I'd rather die than like you
Qin Wushuang felt that he must have taken the wrong medicine today.

Soon, the food was cooked.

Zhan Beichen helped out with the dishes.

Looking at his back, Qin Wushuang felt a little emotional. In fact, when he wasn't nervous, he wasn't that difficult to get along with.

She filled two bowls of rice and followed her out.

The two sat facing each other, Zhan Beichen seemed to be really hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate.

How long has it been since he had eaten? Seeing his faster than usual speed, Qin Wushuang was a little surprised. She raised her head slightly and looked at his face. The bruises on his face had dissipated. Scratch marks, who dared to scratch him?

"If you stare at me like this, I will think you like me." Zhan Beichen's deep voice suddenly rang out in the air.

Qin Wushuang was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of horror appeared on his face, and he said in shock: "I would rather die than like you."

A ruthless man like him will only torture and humiliate her from the moment he realizes it. She only likes him because she is sick.

Zhan Beichen's deep and unfathomable black eyes flashed a flash of fierce cruelty, word by word, burst out from his cold lips: "What did you say?"

The surrounding air seemed to be condensed with frost in an instant, and it was chilly. Qin Wushuang's heart trembled suddenly, he grabbed the chopsticks in his hand, bit his lower lip, and said stubbornly: "I said, I would rather die than like you "She wished she could stay as far away from him as possible, how could she fall in love with him?
"Qin Wushuang." Zhan Beichen growled suddenly, and with a snap, he dropped his chopsticks, grabbed her wrist with his rough palm, and pulled her forward, his sullen black eyes were like those who had been irritated. Ferocious beasts, ferocious and bloodthirsty, make people shudder.

Looking at the handsome face close at hand, Qin Wushuang could feel the furious aura emanating from him, and her heart beat so fast in an instant, like a drum.

"Do you still like Zhan Feiyang?" Zhan Beichen's eyes were blood-stained, revealing a bloodthirsty evil spirit.

He grabbed her so painfully, Qin Wushuang struggled: "You don't care who I like, it won't be you anyway, let go, let me go..."

How could she like a man who bullied her at every turn? Qin Wushuang anxiously broke his hand.

"You don't like me, so I just want you to like me, Qin Wushuang, in this life, you can only like me." Zhan Beichen's eyes showed a rage and despair.

"Zhan Beichen, don't get nervous, let me go..."

"I will never let you go, unless I die." With a cruel sneer on Zhan Beichen's evil and cold handsome face, he grabbed her wrist forcefully.

"Don't..." She was really afraid of the man in front of her who was losing his mind like a beast.

"Let's go to hell together." She couldn't stop him, Zhan Beichen roared in despair.

"No..." Qin Wushuang let out a shrill scream, and with his fluttering hands, he caught the bowl on the dining table, grabbed hold of it immediately, and smashed it hard on his head.

With a bang, the porcelain bowl slammed on Zhan Beichen's forehead, shattered in two and fell to the ground. A trace of bright red blood slid down from his forehead. The pain made him lose his mind for a moment.

Qin Wushuang immediately pushed him away, ran to a safe place, and glared at him excitedly: "You forced me."

The blood oozing from Zhan Beichen's wound dripped onto the floor, he didn't move, he just stared at her with a gaze that she couldn't understand.

(End of this chapter)