Sweet Wife in My Arms

After that, the two communicated with fists and legs. They might have been the most violent couple that has ever lived. Among the soldiers, Yan Huan was one of the better fighters, and she had maintained an 80% win rate so far. Still, Yan Huan had no chance of defeating him. After all, most of her moves had been taught by him. Right now, she wasn't anywhere near surpassing her master.

The first few moves they exchanged was what Lu Yi had taught her, so he knew exactly what she was going to do. As they fought, he managed to strip her of her shoes and clothes.

"Lu Yi, you bastard!"

"I am a bastard."

"Lu Yi, I'm gonna kill you!"

"Do it."

"Lu Yi, you son of a…!"

"..."

When they were done with the duel and the deed, Yan Huan put her clothes back on and kicked Lu Yi with her white porcelain foot. Lu Yi caught her. "Hmm?" he raised an eyebrow. "You still want more?"

Yan Huan reclaimed her feet. She was no match against him and had nowhere to escape. Screw it, she'll treat it as though she bought an escort.

She searched her pockets. There wasn't any cash, but there was a pen and paper. She took them out and wrote down something before placing it on the table. Then, she walked out with her chin up and legs sore.

For the first time, she understood what it felt like to be thirsty. Once they went at it, there was no stopping.

Men and women are the same when it comes to lust.

She slammed the door shut, peevish.

Lu Yi suddenly smiled. His little woman had the same big temper. He took the piece of paper written by her from the table and read it.

Excellent service, a million RMB...

Lu Yi tore the paper to pieces and tossed them into the bin. Well, at least he was worth a million.

He sat up and burst into laughter. A pity no one saw it—Lu Yi's laugh was rare enough, not to mention a guffaw.

Yan Huan returned to her hostel. She tugged her blanket hard and laid down, her mind blank and her body sore.

Her heart thumped, as though a cat had been scratching at it.

She buried her face in her blanket. She felt like scratching the wall.

In her previous life, she had been married to Lu Qin for many years, but not once did she have a bed experience this memorable.

Lu Yi was the very definition of a geek in the streets and a beast in the sheets. The pleasure was too much to forget.

She lamented in silence.

"A call for you, Yan Huan," she heard the guard telling her the next day when everyone had gone for training.

She ran over and took the call.

"Meet me at the back hill. The usual spot."

Yan Huan wanted to smash the phone at the hearing of his voice, but she didn't since it was public property.

The back hill? For what?

Sex?

She turned and stalked off. Hmph. No way she would go. Did she look like the type that would be there at his beck and call?

Before long, another call came.

"A call for you, Yan Huan."

Yan Huan ran over and took the call once more. The guard was clearly getting a little impatient. Small wonder he felt that way, since the telephone was public property and she had no right to be hogging it with one call after the other. What if someone else needs it urgently?

"I got it," said Yan Huan tersely. She hung up with an icy expression.

She saw the black Hummer as soon as she reached the back hill. She walked over, pulled the door open, and got in.

"What the hell do you want?" she asked, exasperated. She wanted to bite and kill.

Lu Yi suddenly turned and embraced her.

"I missed you so badly."

"Miss me, huh…" sneered Yan Huan. "Is that why you went out with another woman? Got into an accident together? Nearly killing yourself? Because you missed me?"

"Lu Yi, I would give you all my blood without a second thought, but you...you…"

She clawed at his clothes as though she had lost it.

Lu Yi patted her shoulders gently and slowly, as though pacifying a child.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm fine now. When I was about to crash, I knew I was going to lose a lot of blood, but I didn't see any chances of me dying. I'm sorry," he ran his fingers through her hair gently. "My family has neglected you, and so have I…"

Yan Huan bit his sleeves. Unsatisfied, she sank her teeth into her arm. Lu Yi neither complained nor shifted.

It hurt, but he knew he had hurt her way more.

She was an orphan who had finally found a home, but the very people whom she thought were now her family had chased her away. She was as prideful but insecure at the same time.

Lu Yi kept patting her shoulders. Finally, Yan Huan loosened her teeth, the taste of his blood, or perhaps her own, lingering at the tip of her tongue.

In truth, their flesh and blood had been connected since their previous life.

How can anyone abandon their own flesh and blood?

Yan Huan was tired from the biting, just as she was tired of everything. She leaned her head against Lu Yi's shoulders and sniffed. "What's between you and that woman?" she demanded. What angered her the most was not the negligence of the Lu Family; she knew that she was a stranger to them at this point. The thing that pissed her off the most was the involvement of a woman. A woman that made Lu Yi risk his own life.

How different was this, to finding her husband dead on another wench's bed?

She hated women like Su Muran the most. Any woman who approaches Lu Yi would be classified into that category.

Lu Yi gently stroked her hair, as though he was comforting a bristling chick.

"My grandpa was the one who brought that woman back. He never cared much about my personal life, but marriage is a different matter. He believed that nothing would go wrong with the daughter-in-law of his choice. Turns out he forgot about my opinion."

Yan Huan narrowed her eyes tensely. "Did he hit you?"

It wasn't a wild guess either. Sr. Lu had beaten every man in the Lu Family—Lu Jin, Lu Yi, and Lu Qin. When she married Lu Qin back then, Sr. Lu had looked down on her. At first, she thought that it was her profession as an actor that caused that. It mattered little whether she was a small-time actor or the best actress—to him she was just an actor. Actors and bitches are equally heartless, that's what he believed.