Chapitre 717: Your husband's weakness is you

She wanted to cry but no tears came out. Who consoled people like this?

"I'm happy. I'm very happy. " She said in a muffled voice, her small hands gripping the blanket tightly. She felt that there was a breath stuck in her chest, suffocating her.

When would she be a match for him? She was obviously not like this, but he had actually carried her back to her room.

They all say that men are poison that can't be touched! It was true, this man was a deadly poison! She wanted to stay away from him. She had to stay away from him.

"Does Madam know your husband's weakness now? Hmm?" The man propped himself up and looked down at her, his fingertips gently touching the tip of her wrinkled nose.

"I don't know," She said gloomily. What did this have to do with a weakness?

"Madam still doesn't know?" His fingertips moved down slowly, as if he was playing the piano, full of rhythm.