Zhou Yuwei slapped away his hand and pursued him with a livid face, "Chu Yang, when do you plan to carry out the plan? I can't stand it anymore. I must bring her down from the clouds, crush her into the dust, and make sure she can never rise again."
Zhou Yuwei twisted her face, staring fiercely at the floor beneath her feet, twisting her toes fiercely as if she was stepping on Lan Tian, the object of her envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"Who has wronged you? Tell me, and I'll stand up for you." Chu Yang glimpsed Zhou Yuwei's fierce face and malicious eyes, a flash of disgust crossed his eyes, his smile deepened, and he moved over to hug her, heading towards the adjacent sickbed.
Lord knows which Military Wife is going to suffer again. This isn't the first or second time Chu Yang has done this; he has a lot of experience by now.
