Chapter 12 — Baby Copy Bring Me Closer to You One More Time

"Fake." He calmly spit out two words. My heart instantly fell from the blue clouds to the bottom of the abyss. As expected… I knew it, how could he… “The marriage is fake.” He looked at me and suddenly added another sentence, "And you are my wife, it's true." I was stunned, my mind couldn't keep up. "What do you mean?" "I mean," he gradually pressed closer, pressing me against the cold wall, his hands on both sides of me, looking down at me, his eyes as deep as the night sky, "In this life of my Pho Thua Nghiem, I will only marry one woman. To Tieu Mi, do you hear me clearly?" His face is constantly magnified in my sight. me, until a warm kiss fell on my lips. No longer domineering and usurping like before, this kiss was gentle, affectionate, carrying the hesitation of someone who has just found a lost treasure. My mind went blank, I forgot to protest, I forgot to breathe. The surrounding air seemed to turn sweet. [Chapter 7] This kiss, like a feather, gently stirs every nerve in my heart. I was kissed by him in a daze, until there was no air left in my lungs before I was released. I leaned against the wall, panting, my face so hot I could fry an egg. He leaned his forehead against mine, his breathing was chaotic, his eyes filled with unresolved emotions. "Tieu Mi..." He whispered my name, his voice hoarse. My heart was in a mess, I quickly pushed him away, turned away not daring to look at him. "You... you just dared to tease me!" "I didn't." He hugged me from behind, put his chin on my shoulder, hot breath blowing into the hollow of my neck, "I'm telling the truth." "You don't believe it." "Why don't you believe it?" "You... a person like me, how could you... only marry me." I mumbled. How could a man standing at the top of the pyramid like him have only one woman by his side? “What kind of person is someone like you?” He laughed, his chest shaking slightly, "In your eyes, I'm the type of man who thinks with his lower body?" I didn't answer, but my expression clearly showed agreement. He sighed, turned me around to face him, lifted my face with both hands, forcing me to look straight into his eyes. "To Tieu Mi, look at me." He said seriously, "Five years ago, I admit, I treated you very badly, very beastly. Because I didn't know how to express it. I only knew, I wanted you. Crazy because I wanted you." "After you left, I searched for you for five years. In the past five years, there wasn't any woman by my side. You can investigate, you can ask. This Pho Thua Nghiem, in this whole life, has been *only *you." The last word he said was very light, very dark. soot. My face immediately turned red. This man, three sentences without leaving the matter! "I... I don't care!" I spoke forcefully. “I care.” He said firmly, his fingers caressing my cheek, "Your eyes tell me, you really care." I avoided his eyes. "Tieu Mi, can you give me another chance?" His voice carried a pleading tone, "This time, I will learn to be gentle, learn to love you. I will not let you... have back pain anymore." Me: "..." The previous words were still touching, what the hell was that last sentence! This guy can't think of anything else in his head other than those things?! Crazy! I angrily stomped on his leg. "Shhh——" He took a breath of cold air, but didn't let me go, on the contrary, he hugged me tighter, "Are you planning on killing your husband?" "Who told you to talk nonsense!" "I'm not." He replied innocently, "This is a very serious sexual health issue that needs to be taken seriously." I was really annoyed by him and almost fainted. "Pho Thua Nghiem, I asked you a question." "Yes, ask." "Do you... love me?" When I asked that question, my heart jumped into my throat. He was silent. There was a long silence. The small fire in my heart, little by little, extinguished. As expected, I'm self-indulgent.