Shadow Bride

Su Xingyu thought it was a maid, and said, "Thank you for bringing the clothes here. Please put it in..."

Turning around while speaking, the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat as if it had been chopped off. She saw a man standing by the bathroom door, his tall figure turned against the light, and there was no expression on his sculptural handsome face. The man was wearing a slender shirt, just looking at her neatly, holding the clothes on his hands: "Where?"

She just had time to scream out, staggering back, and when she stumbled on something inadvertently, she fell to the ground. The cold and smooth bathroom floor tiles are full of water. If this fall is solid, the fracture will be light! She instinctively wanted to keep her balance, panicked, grabbed something, and then her waist tightened and she was taken into a firm embrace.

Only then did she realize that what she had just grabbed was Lu Shifeng's sleeve.

She was undecided, but she threw him away like an electric shock, moved too much, and fell backward again.

Lu Shifeng pulled her back, close to his arms, and clean clothes scattered all over the floor by the feet of the two of them.

Su Xingyu couldn't get any threads on her body, her body was close to his shirt and trousers. The slightly hard texture of the material made her flush with shame and anger, and she couldn't help but whispered, "Let go of me!"

Lu Shifeng just looked at her, "Can you stand firm?"

One of her legs was injured. After the shock just passed, he clearly saw bleeding from the wound again.

The shower that was not closed in time gave out a crystal mist and fell on the two of them. Lu Shifeng maintained a posture of hugging her, stretched out his long arm to turn off the shower effortlessly, and raised her chin with one hand: "Seeing me, you are scared?"

nonsense!

She scolded the beast in her heart and pushed him hard again: "You let me go! Let me go!"

He buckled her hand behind him: "I don't like being disobedient."

She trembled with anger, and her smooth body was exposed to his sight without any obstruction, causing all her blood to rush to her forehead. The nightmare night came back two years ago, and she was almost about to cry: "You go out! Go out quickly! Lu Shifeng, don't do this, you...are you going out...you don't do this to me!"

His eyes darkened, looking at the girl in his arms, without speaking.

In his arms, the slender body was trembling, as if he had been greatly frightened and panicked. His heart is a little irritable, is he really so terrible? "You are my wife," he said bluntly for a while, "everyone has married me, so what are you holding back? Where in your body I haven't seen?"

"You... shameless!" She really cried out, a crystal mist forming in her eyes.

Even if she is married to him, it does not mean that she is ready to have a blind date with him. In fact, she did not have time to consider this issue when she received the marriage certificate. She regretted it. She really regretted it now. Why did she regret that she was so hastily sending the sheep into the tiger's mouth? She shook her head frantically, and the scene of the night two years ago appeared in fragments before her eyes. She should have known what a terrible demon he was. It was herself... too stupid!

"I...I'm not getting married," she said intermittently, enduring a choking, "we... divorced."

As soon as the voice fell, she only felt that the wrist clasped back by him tightened, as if a bone was about to be pinched. A storm was brewing in his dark eyes, and every word was like ice, snow, frost and cold: "Su Xingyu, when you are Lu Shifeng, you are the one you want to get together and get away if you want to leave?"

She was frightened by him, she couldn't speak, the tears in her eyes fell in a string, leaving only begging. She never wanted to experience the horror of that night again, as she was crushed by him without dignity, and she didn't know what would happen in the next second...

Her tears finally touched him, or in other words, no woman had ever shed tears in front of him like this.

He still remembered that night two years ago, she was crying like this, saying, "Don't...please..." In how many midnight dreams, he would think of her sorrow at that time.

In the bathroom, her faint body temperature and the fragrance of her hair moved his heart like an invisible string, making him want to hold her in his arms and rob him viciously. But he still controlled himself and let go of her a little bit: "One month."

She looked up puzzledly and looked at him with tears.

He explained indifferently in his voice: "I will give you a month to heal your injuries and adapt to your new identity. One month later, you don't want to run away." He felt that he was very kind and gave her such a long adjustment period. Now that she has become his wife, she must naturally bear children for him and do her duty as a wife. He is not interested in getting a divorce and marrying again, that would be too troublesome.

After speaking, he left the bathroom.

Su Xingyu stared at his back in a daze, as if he had lost the last bit of strength and fell to the cold ground. She buried her head between her knees and started crying, making a mistake in one step, making a mistake.

Ten minutes later, the maid sent another set of clean clothes.

The older maid had a kind smile on her face: "I'm sorry, Madam, because I don't know your size, and I don't know if the clothes you prepared will fit you. A tailor will come and tailor your clothes tomorrow. Yes, you feel wronged first."

Su Xingyu had already wiped away his tears, and if he didn't look carefully, there was no trace of crying.

She wrapped her body in a white and fluffy bath towel and said softly: "Don't feel wronged." Although the set of clothes sent was not unfolded yet, the material was much better than what she wore at Su's house. She took it and asked the maid, "By the way, didn't the housekeeper tell me to let the maid bring in the clothes? Why did your young master just come in?"

If it weren't, she wouldn't have been on guard at all, and even the door would not be locked.

The maid smiled and looked at her: "The young master saw that I was too busy, so he gave her a hand. Madam, the young master really loves you, he has never taken care of these things before."

Serving people?

Su Xingyu felt sad, how could the situation just now be called serving people? It is clear that he is bullying.

She reluctantly said to the maid: "Okay, go ahead. I can do it myself."

Sending away the maid, she picked up the set of clothes sent and unfolded. It was a very beautiful skirt. It was not very eye-catching at first glance, but it was very fitting. It also took care of comfort and home. The soft material sticks to the skin like a cloud. She put it on without much effort, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror and looking at herself, the girl in the mirror has delicate eyebrows, long hair slightly scattered, and the appearance of standing quietly is elegant and beautiful, as if she was born with this one and looked very expensive. The dress fits well.

This is the dress of a real lady.

Since her mother died more than ten years ago, she has never worn such good clothes again.

I feel a little bit emotional when I wear it now.