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C.1285: The Republic of China’s Marshal’s Abandoned Wife (15)

Proofreader/editor: Mew

Fu Beizhe’s brain is dull and confused, but he still fixed his eyes on Bai Weiwei.

He wanted to see a bit of fear in her face.

But besides doubt, there is no other expression on her face.

Moreover, her worry for him didn’t seem to be much.

Fu Beizhe gasped heavily for a moment, and he grit his teeth and suddenly exerted himself, pulling Bai Weiwei into bed at once.

The medicine in his body was overwhelming, and with the wound making it impossible for him to maintain his sanity, he couldn’t control his violent desire even more.

He pulled her into bed. Though her body carried a chill, her face was red.

Fu Beizhe’s fingers hooked around her buttons and old-fashioned pankou knot[1]. The beautiful flower collar was torn open, and he could see her delicate white neck.

The black hair also spread out in disarray underneath him.

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling, “Fu Beizhe, you are dying yet you are still thinking about this, you are simply shameless.”

She was furious, but also weak and pitiful.

Fu Beizhe was enchanted. He didn’t know whether it was the effect of the medicine, but suddenly looking at her was pleasing to the eye.

But this visual pleasure carried a bit of unwillingness.

Fu Beizhe kept quiet, lowered his head and kissed wildly, he was anxious to solve the drug in his body, yet he restrained himself.

Desire and reason are tearing each other apart.

He can’t really indulge in lust, or his body will definitely break down.

This drug is so domineering. Simply let him resolve it, and after enduring for a while longer, he would be safe.

And Bai Weiwei is the antidote for him to resolve it.

Bai Weiwei was kissed by him until she was dizzy, and she reached out to scratch him.

“You’re crazy, do you want your body or not?”

Her fingertips scratched Fu Beizhe’s face. His face immediately blossomed a thin cut, oozing beads of blood.

He is also eager, feeling the body is about to explode.

Unable to care about an injured face, strong palms clasped her thin shoulders, forcing her to raise her delicate neck, revealing a small white and red face.

Her forehead was sweating with anxiety, but her eyes were sharp and angry.

“Get lost, Fu Beizhe.”

She ordered him angrily.

Like a small flower in its first bloom, falling apart with a pinch.

However, her temper was explosive. She had the behaviour of a noble lady, but her body hid the claws of a kitten.

Ready and waiting to scratch people.

This little temper, was unexpectedly to his liking.

If not for the old feudal dregs stuffing her into his arms, shaking his position of power, he and she would not be impossible.

Fu Beizhe’s brain is boiling, but he is still thinking about those things like power.

He had fought for power all his life, and women had absolutely no place in his life.

So he weighed it and abandoned his intention of wanting Bai Weiwei all of a sudden.

Power is more important.

Bai Weiwei is not important.

The rational choice was made, but the body did not allow him to be rational.

Fu Beizhe lowered his head and kissed her neck, sniffing her warm and soft aroma, and he suddenly couldn’t resist.

He has never wanted a woman so desperately.

Even if he was drugged, he could not deny that it was his heart’s desire.

His hand had just ripped open her pants.

Bai Weiwei, however, had the time to stretch out her hands and fiercely pinch his neck, her eyes on fire.

“Fu Beizhe, you stop it. Even if you want to die, don’t pull me down with you.”

Her fingers used a lot of strength, but they were too small, and his neck was thick, she couldn’t pinch.

Fu Beizhe saw her looking like this, and didn’t know whether to explode or to laugh.

【Ding, the male leads’ favourability is 12.】

This stingy favorability.

If she wasn’t afraid that Fu Beizhi was on his last breath of life, she would have sent him off with a substitute patch.

[1] 盘扣: frog fasteners, also known as Chinese frog closures or pankou knots, as shown in the photo below :).

The trauma of the patch is back again.

C.1285: The Republic of China’s Marshal’s Abandoned Wife (15)

Proofreader/editor: Mew

Fu Beizhe’s brain is dull and confused, but he still fixed his eyes on Bai Weiwei.

He wanted to see a bit of fear in her face.

But besides doubt, there is no other expression on her face.

Moreover, her worry for him didn’t seem to be much.

Fu Beizhe gasped heavily for a moment, and he grit his teeth and suddenly exerted himself, pulling Bai Weiwei into bed at once.

The medicine in his body was overwhelming, and with the wound making it impossible for him to maintain his sanity, he couldn’t control his violent desire even more.

He pulled her into bed. Though her body carried a chill, her face was red.

Fu Beizhe’s fingers hooked around her buttons and old-fashioned pankou knot[1]. The beautiful flower collar was torn open, and he could see her delicate white neck.

The black hair also spread out in disarray underneath him.

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling, “Fu Beizhe, you are dying yet you are still thinking about this, you are simply shameless.”

She was furious, but also weak and pitiful.

Fu Beizhe was enchanted. He didn’t know whether it was the effect of the medicine, but suddenly looking at her was pleasing to the eye.

But this visual pleasure carried a bit of unwillingness.

Fu Beizhe kept quiet, lowered his head and kissed wildly, he was anxious to solve the drug in his body, yet he restrained himself.

Desire and reason are tearing each other apart.

He can’t really indulge in lust, or his body will definitely break down.

This drug is so domineering. Simply let him resolve it, and after enduring for a while longer, he would be safe.

And Bai Weiwei is the antidote for him to resolve it.

Bai Weiwei was kissed by him until she was dizzy, and she reached out to scratch him.

“You’re crazy, do you want your body or not?”

Her fingertips scratched Fu Beizhe’s face. His face immediately blossomed a thin cut, oozing beads of blood.

He is also eager, feeling the body is about to explode.

Unable to care about an injured face, strong palms clasped her thin shoulders, forcing her to raise her delicate neck, revealing a small white and red face.

Her forehead was sweating with anxiety, but her eyes were sharp and angry.

“Get lost, Fu Beizhe.”

She ordered him angrily.

Like a small flower in its first bloom, falling apart with a pinch.

However, her temper was explosive. She had the behaviour of a noble lady, but her body hid the claws of a kitten.

Ready and waiting to scratch people.

This little temper, was unexpectedly to his liking.

If not for the old feudal dregs stuffing her into his arms, shaking his position of power, he and she would not be impossible.

Fu Beizhe’s brain is boiling, but he is still thinking about those things like power.

He had fought for power all his life, and women had absolutely no place in his life.

So he weighed it and abandoned his intention of wanting Bai Weiwei all of a sudden.

Power is more important.

Bai Weiwei is not important.

The rational choice was made, but the body did not allow him to be rational.

Fu Beizhe lowered his head and kissed her neck, sniffing her warm and soft aroma, and he suddenly couldn’t resist.

He has never wanted a woman so desperately.

Even if he was drugged, he could not deny that it was his heart’s desire.

His hand had just ripped open her pants.

Bai Weiwei, however, had the time to stretch out her hands and fiercely pinch his neck, her eyes on fire.

“Fu Beizhe, you stop it. Even if you want to die, don’t pull me down with you.”

Her fingers used a lot of strength, but they were too small, and his neck was thick, she couldn’t pinch.

Fu Beizhe saw her looking like this, and didn’t know whether to explode or to laugh.

【Ding, the male leads’ favourability is 12.】

This stingy favorability.

If she wasn’t afraid that Fu Beizhi was on his last breath of life, she would have sent him off with a substitute patch.

[1] 盘扣: frog fasteners, also known as Chinese frog closures or pankou knots, as shown in the photo below :).

The trauma of the patch is back again.