Chapter 2 you're very smart

Dongfang Mo flipped over and pressed her under his body.

"Xue'er, my wife, shouldn't we... have our wedding night?"

Dongfang Mo's words were clear and fluent. The only message he conveyed to Mu Ru, however, was —

He wasn't drunk! Dongfang Mo wasn't drunk!

How could this be?

Mu Ru remembered that when Dongfang Mo pulled her over to toast the guests, he had drunk quite a lot of wine. Moreover, in order to prevent her drinking wine, he hadn't rejected a single glass. In the end, he was so drunk that he walked unsteadily. He had even been helped in to bed by someone else.

Could it be that he was only pretending to be drunk?

But why did he pretend to be drunk? Was it because he wanted to avoid more drinks? Had he already discovered that something was wrong?

Mu Ru had yet to figure out what was going on. Dongfang Mo's rough fingertips, which were pressing on her body, gently brushed across her delicate and fair face. A low, puzzled voice asked, "Xue'er, I don't remember you having bangs. I heard that your forehead is beautiful. Today is our wedding day. Why did you cover your most beautiful forehead with thick bangs?"

Dongfang Mo's deep gaze was fixed on Mu Ru's face, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

Mu Ru's heart filled with terror, and she felt as if there was a little rabbit jumping around inside her chest. She looked at Dongfang Mo in a daze. She did not know how to answer his question. This was not part of the plan.

The plan was for Dongfang Mo to drink until he was nearly unconscious. Then, he would return to the new room with her. Because he was drunk, he would settle the matter between the husband and wife with her. Before he did that, she had already turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim candlelight. He should not be able to discover anything amiss.

Unfortunately, before she could reach that step, Dongfang Mo had woken up. His heavy body was pressing down on her. His deep, dark eyes were like shards of ice hitting her face, waiting for her answer.

Mu Ru gritted her teeth and remained silent. She looked at the handsome man, who was pressing down on her body, expressionlessly. He was the man who was called her husband, by others.

"Forget it if you don't want to tell me."

Dongfang Mo suddenly seemed to not want her to answer. The corners of his mouth curled into a playful smile. His big hand quickly reached into Mu Ru's one-shouldered gown. At the same time, he said mockingly,

"Aren't you going to resist?"

Mu Ru was in so much pain that tears were forming in her eyes. It took all of her willpower to swallow the nausea and discomfort that surged up in her heart. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly as she replied softly,

"Is it useful to resist?"

If she could resist, would she still be here?

"You're very smart, but..."

The playful smile instantly darkened, and with the strength of his large hands, he pulled her gown directly to her waist.

"Ah!" Mu Ru cried out in surprise.

She closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks. She waited, humiliated, for her transformation from a girl to a woman.

However...