"No, the doctor said that we can't sleep in the same room."
Xu Yin's tensed expression was as if he had been drenched in cold water from head to toe by her words. His rationality suddenly returned, but his eyes were still fixed on her. "Just because the doctor said we can't sleep together? When did you not look like you're seeking death when you're serving your husband?"
"No, Zhenzhen"
"No, you tell me, when was it not?"
She felt a lump in her throat. It was a habit of her body. Every time she was intimate with him, she would reflexively be nervous, afraid, and even fearful. It was not because of disgust, but because as long as she thought about how fierce he was, her body would instinctively tremble and tense up. It hurt every time, and at the end, she would shiver at the thought of it.
"What? you can't say it?" Xu Yin sneered impatiently.
