Chapter 1518: Miss Me, How Much

The huge room was very quiet. The balcony window was not closed. The evening breeze blew up the light golden gauze curtain. The little woman on the bed was still tossing and turning.

"Well, Yin Zhihan, come back soon, otherwise... otherwise I will really cheat on you..."

"Yin Zhihan, how could you be dead? I... will never believe it... You don't look like you're dead at all. You didn't say goodbye to me, and you didn't die in my arms. Isn't this... a predetermined plot?"

"Yin Zhihan, where are you now? Why... don't you come back? You've seen that many men like me. If you never come back, I won't... care about you..."

"Yin Zhihan..." Lu Ning had enough of making trouble. She turned sideways and curled herself up into a small ball. She hugged herself with her two slender arms and pressed her palm-sized face into the pillow. She whispered the man's name in a low voice, and crystal tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, "I miss you so much. Can you come back? Please..."

She really missed him.

She hadn't seen him for ninety-four days.

When she woke up in the hospital that day, everyone's expressions were solemn. They all told her that Yin Zhihan was dead. Ha, she didn't believe it. They must be joking.

She believed that he must still be alive.

But since he was alive for so long, why didn't he come back to see her?

Did he really not want her anymore?

How could he do this? They just got married, and she still liked him very much.

Lu Ning hugged herself tightly and cried.

"Ha." At this time, a low, mellow and magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "Crying?"

"Who?" Lu Ning was startled. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality for a while.

She seemed to dream about... Yin Zhihan!

His voice was familiar to her.

At this time, rough fingertips touched her tender face, hooking away her tears, and burning eyes fell on her from top to bottom, "A Ning, who do you say I am, huh?"

"Yin Zhihan..."

"Call me differently, I don't like it." The man frowned.

Call me differently?

Husband?

Lu Ning was numb and didn't speak.

At this time, soft and passionate kisses fell on her face and hair, and finally kissed her snow-white earlobe, holding it in his mouth, "You won't scream?"

"Ah!" The sensitive earlobe was attacked, and Lu Ning screamed like a little wild cat, but this sound made her blush.

"No wonder you keep nagging me to cheat on you, do you want it?" The man's voice was faint but warm, "Miss me, let me touch you, how much do you want it?"

Lu Ning felt her skirt lifted up, and then a fingertip probed over.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth and straightened her toes.

At this time, her earlobe was kissed again, accompanied by the man's low and hoarse sexy laughter, "So much water? It seems that it is really... my husband's fault."

Lu Ning was drowsy, and her whole body was dominated by the man on her body. She seemed to hear a slight noise in her ears, like the sound of a metal belt being torn apart, and then her whole body was penetrated forcefully and roughly.

"Ah", Lu Ning screamed again, and her two small hands tightly grasped the bed sheet under her.

The man's turbid and heavy breathing was vague, and her dress seemed to be lying down, and then the big bed was moving, and the world was moving. The man and the woman did not need any dialogue or eye contact, and just carried out the most primitive collision.