"Lin Xinlan, we're husband and wife, don't you think we should share weal and woe? I'm sick, and you should bear some of it too."
Lin Xinlan saw he wasn't joking, and her face went pale in an instant.
She used all her might to hold down his hand, hurriedly saying, "Do you really want to infect me? Bastard, don't go too far! You fool around outside, caught that kind of disease, and now you want to give it to me, right? Let me tell you, if you touch me today, I will definitely kill you!"
She kindly cared for his illness, only to receive ingratitude in return—he actually wanted to infect her.
She shouldn't have been kind to such a demon; such people only care about themselves, with no regard for others' feelings!
Rong Shaoze's face turned cold as he grasped her chin, his voice angry, "What, you despise me? Don't forget, if I've got it, you can't escape either! Now you're my wife, if I want you, I will have you. What can you do about it?!"
