Chapter 6 — My Alpha Pervert

“Are you installing a camera again?” He avoided: “Are the jewelry and bags not satisfactory?” I tried to hold back my desire to look at them, venting all my anger: "Bui Dien, come here and explain to me!" He asked: “What explanation?” I sniffled: "Cameras! Who put cameras all over the house! And the basement, when did you prepare? Everything has to be clear, otherwise..." Bui Dien: "What if?" I gritted my teeth: "Divorce!" 8. As soon as my words ended, the other side was silent. It was as if a cold stream spread out endlessly. Bui Dien's voice was low and light: "Say that again." I was trembling and hung up the phone. "What should I do?" Bui Dien seemed really angry. I looked at the diamond ring in my hand, feeling confused. I picked up my phone to call my parents, wanting to temporarily go home and avoid them. But there's no signal. Obviously just now... that wasn't right, it wasn't there just now. So this phone can only call Bui Dien? The figure of him bowing his head last night in a low voice reappeared in my mind. I texted my brother pitifully: "Dear brother, by the time you read this news, I may already be gone. Thank you for loving me. Don't take revenge, it has nothing to do with Bui Dien. My younger brother, Dao Tra." The last message, of course, could not be sent. I sighed and searched everywhere. Finally pulled out a game console. Eyes light up, turn on the phone. Seeing the ID, I was stunned. "C Tea? What's the strange name? C grade tea? It doesn't feel right..." I muttered, dismissing my doubts. Why are you so familiar? This is a game I used to play in high school. You can even see the rankings. C Tea right below me. Wondering and rediscovering the feeling. Finally stuck in the last level. "Attack the boss from behind." Bui Dien's voice rang out, then he grabbed my hand that was on the keyboard. I put all my mind into the game, thinking only about winning. Finally passed the hurdle. Rated C Tra jumped up, right on my name. After all these years, my technique is still the same. I looked at him smugly: "So, you've been playing for so many years and you're still ranked second. Today, if you make a bet, you'll be ranked first." He slowly leaned closer: "Tra Tra." Now just hearing this nickname makes my whole body tremble. After seven days of making love, he called too much. I quickly got out of his lap. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape and drowned in the smell of green lemons. "You're so annoying! Go away, I'm not wearing it!" I struggled to avoid his sick joke. Bui Dien opened the box and a brilliant yellow diamond ring appeared. "Don't wear it?" I stopped struggling and stepped on his lower body: "How many carats? Don't wear it under fifty." He pulled my hand, pushed the ring to the base of my finger: "99 carats." Looking at the diamond that almost covered my palm, I beamed: "Wow, thank you, dear husband～" He stroked my ankle: "I'll let you decide as a thank you gift." The hair on my whole body stood up, I wanted to run but it was too late. "Bui Dien, I hate you to death!" He pressed his solid body close: "It's okay, do it a few more times and you'll be fine." 9. This time Bui Dien did not hold back. I cried to death, he pretended not to see, just absorbed in enjoying his own pleasure! "I want a divorce." I curled my legs, looked at the tooth marks on my skin and cried until I choked. Bui Dien's movement of scooping porridge stopped: "What?" I swallowed hard, trying to find courage for myself. Dao Tra, you are not wrong. You don't have cameras in your house. You haven't done anything shady with those people out there, and besides, if you have "white moon light" in your heart, it's Bui Dien who should feel guilty, not you! I straightened my back: "I said I wanted a divorce! I've had enough! It's clearly your fault. You said you would explain after the last time. What's the result? Not even a little bit of credibility! You scammer!" In my impulse, I forgot to be afraid. As he spoke, he proactively stepped forward, his fingers poking his chest muscles: "It's all your fault, you dare to lock me up

me too!” Bui Dien bowed his head and looked at me: "Lock me up? Didn't you make a fuss and want to go to the basement?" My brain circuited: "When will I make a fuss?" His fingers gently wiped away the tears on my face: "You were drunk, hugged my waist tightly, said you wanted to see the basement, asked me to take you down, if you didn't let me go then you would..." The second half of the sentence he whispered close to my ear. My face turned red like fire: “You made it up! How could I say that? Surely you made up a story to satisfy your desires, and intentionally attributed it to me!” “Tra Tra.” His eyes were faint, the corners of his lips curled up: “Who taught you these words?” I shook his hand: "Who teaches what it has to do with you?" His face immediately darkened, squeezing my vulnerable spot: "It has nothing to do with you?"