The Attack

Hazel seemed to have kicked by him into the ocean of ice. Instantly, all her internal organs and even pores turned cold.

He had never liked her before?

Her heart began to convulse violently in the cold. "You ward off the bullet for me," she muttered softly, with her voice as low as a mosquito's and no confidence in this matter.

"Does shielding off a bullet for you mean that she likes you? You are thinking too much! " He coldly curled his lips and gave a mocking smile. "It's just an instinct. After all, you are my wife. If you're dying, then wouldn't I become a widower? I don't like this word! "

Really?

The explanation was so cruel that it was like a raging fire, burning up all the hopes and vitality in her heart, leaving only the desolate and barren plain in despair, lifeless and hopeless.

His intelligence, his tricks, and even his affection, all overwhelmed her. She was always a loser in front of him, a loser.