Strange lunatic

  "Alright, no need to follow me." Just as he was about to enter the room, he stopped in his tracks. With one hand in his pocket, he turned around and gave a brief glance at the crowd before saying, "All of you go back."

  Everyone retreated, and the young man pushed open the heavy door and walked in slowly. He didn't turn on the lights immediately, but elegantly took off his watch, loosened his tie, and headed straight to the bathroom.

  A tall figure slowly walked out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit bedroom, the air filled with the refreshing scent of a bath. He lay down on the bed, feeling somewhat tired, intending to rest, but his body pressed against a soft body beneath him, causing him to furrow his brow.

  A woman! And what's more, a slender and elegant one!

  Made an accurate judgment, the next moment had already reached out to turn on the dim bedside lamp. The indifferent black pupils swept over the woman on the bed with a faint glance. Her skin was as white and transparent as clean crystal. Due to the effects of alcohol, her skin now had a subtle flush of pink, fresh and enticing. On her small face, about the size of a palm, her features were not exceptionally beautiful, but unusually delicate.

  His long fingers lifted her chin, and he looked down at her with a gaze. "What are you, after all?"

  "Stop bothering me..." She was woken up by his noise and was somewhat annoyed, wanting to brush his hand away. However, he had quite some strength, and she couldn't brush him off after a few tries. Only then did she force herself to open her eyes, focusing very hard on the handsome face in front of her. Before she even knew if she saw clearly, she smiled foolishly and suddenly sat up, opening her slender arms to give him a tight hug.

  His tall figure stiffened, a dangerous dark color flashed in the man's deep eyes. She was obviously drunk, but the lingering scent on her body was the sweet aroma of red wine, not only not disgusting, but also very fragrant.

  "Do you know what you're doing?" Hooking his fingers around her hair, the man pulled her small face up into the crook of his neck. In such a confined space, the husky tone was so sensual that it made one's heart skip a beat.

  "Hmm..." She nodded, smiled contentedly, and suddenly pressed her lips to his. Those soft, fragrant lips made him slightly stunned, then he clearly heard the whisper escaping from between her lips, "You're my husband..."

  Little crazy!

  He frowned, wanting to shake her off, but was tightly entwined like an octopus, with slender arms wrapped around him. As if afraid he would run away, she held on tight.

  He was taken aback, his deep eyes surging with dark tides. The next moment, she suddenly turned red-eyed, staring at him with a wronged and accusing look.

  "Why are you treating me like this? Why do you always push me away? What did I do wrong... to make you punish me like this?" She fired off several questions in a row, as if venting the sorrow in her heart. She was already crying uncontrollably, sobbing with grievance.

  This woman!

  What does this palace-hating woman want to do?