At 5:30 p.m., the terrible biological clock made Yan Xue open her eyes.

　　It was only four hours since the end of the fierce battle. Her whole body was in pain, and the numbing pain began from the private place of her lower body, spreading all over her body.

　　She closed her eyes again and got used to the piercing pain. Then she bit her teeth and got off the bed to get dressed.

　　A simple action like this had already caused her eyes to turn black and beads of sweat to ooze out of her forehead.

　　On the big bed, Yan An Ling woke up because of her actions. She squinted her eyes and found the screen of her mobile phone. When she saw the time, he cursed and threw the phone on the ground.

　　He was drunk and on a rest day. He had been busy last night. Of course, he didn't want to be woken up by someone at 5:30 p.m.

　　Yan An Ling wanted to continue to sleep, but the sound of a woman dressing could be heard from behind her.

　　He looked back and found that the thin clothes were flying, the woman's skin was exposed, and the hickeys on her skin were clearly visible.

　　This was the mark he left yesterday, but now he became more agitated when he saw it. The bits and pieces of the previous night were reorganized in front of him.

　　The last part of her sleep was dispelled. Yan An Ling picked up the pants at the bedside and put them on in frustration.

　　When Yan Xue heard the voice, she was a little surprised when she turned back. "How did you get up?"

　　She remembered that his biological clock was not at this point.

　　"You got up earlier than chickens. You bothered me." Yan An Ling sneered and emphasized the pronunciation of the word chicken.

　　Yan Xue's heart was pricked for no reason. The humiliation in his words was obvious. Of course, she understood it.

　　She looked at him for a while and gave him a mocking smile. "I can still stand up. Shouldn't it be because of your ability?"

　　Yan An Ling's eyes suddenly darkened, and she coldly looked at this wife who had just slept with her.

　　Wife... did not match her title at all.

　　Ridiculous!

　　He strode towards Yan Xue with his slender legs. His wheat-colored skin shone through the window in the sunshine, which made him particularly charming.

　　His manner was reserved, but there was a strong aggression in his dark eyes.

　　His eyes were fixed on Yan Xue, like a lion that was ready to swallow its prey at any time.

　　"What are you going to do..." Yan Xue's sensitive nerves immediately tightened, and her eyes showed vigilance and vigilance.

　　Before she could finish her words, she had been thrown back to the bed by a strong force. Before she could even resist, she was pressed under the man's body.

　　Yan An Ling raised her lips with a scornful smile, which easily stopped her powerless struggle. Then he raised his hand and neatly tore off the clothes she had just put on. Her pink and tender skin was partly hidden and partly visible under the cover of the broken cloth.

　　He stared at her delicate collarbone with his eyebrows lowered, and the sparkle in his cold eyes dimmed a little.

　　Looking at this familiar pair of eyes, Yan Xue was a little absent-minded.

　　He looked at her the same way last night. His eyes were shining like stars in the middle of the night. They were so bright and dazzling.

　　Last night, he was drunk and so violent that she almost fainted. But this pair of clear eyes left her last consciousness. Of course, there was also the name of another woman he kept shouting.

　　The soft whisper was like a sharp knife piercing through her heart.

　　Her thoughts drifted away and she forgot to resist. The man's hand movements were even more unscrupulous. Every inch of her skin touched by him seemed to be burned by fire, and her consciousness was forced back.

　　"Yan An Ling, look clearly. I'm not her, I'm not Du Zirou!" In order to stop the man, she blurted out subconsciously.

　　As expected, Yan An Ling stopped.

　　The word "Du Zirou" was his weakness. Once it was mentioned, he would be clear-headed.

　　She knew very well that when he was awake, he would never touch her.

　　The man really didn't move, but he still pressed on her body.

　　Yan Xue was afraid that she would provoke him if she resisted, so she just let him suppress her.

　　Two of them kept this ambiguous posture until Yan An Ling opened her mouth and said, "Of course I know that you are not her."

　　With a scornful smile on his face, he glanced at Yan Xue indifferently, like a sharp knife.

　　After a while, Yan Xue heard the man's cold voice ringing in her ear. "You are just Du Ruiyan's mistress."