Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

The slowly-approaching huge green eyes suddenly accelerated and flew towards Si Wan.

Pinching Gong Siming’s arm, Si Wan buried her face in his arms.

Because she had been practicing combat skills since childhood, her pinch made Junior Master Gong frown. But this man wouldn’t even utter a sound when he was shot by bullets.

This showed how much strength Si Wan exerted.

Gong Siming was quite satisfied to see the pair of greenish eyes stopping abruptly before Si Wan.

“It’s scary and vivid enough!”

In a calm tone, Gong Siming sounded like a supervisor who was conducting project acceptance.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Shuddering, Si Wan turned back for a glance and hid back.

“Coward!”

Gong Siming’s sneer went into Si Wan’s ears, and she instantly jumped up like a kitten.

Following a snort, she intended to free herself from Gong Siming but found it hard to draw back her hand.

Instead of losing temper, Si Wan just shot a disdainful glance at Gong Siming and looked closely at the big hand gripping her.

She was like saying, “You are the scared one!”

A threatening gaze was Gong Siming’s reply.

Diffidently, Si Wan turned back to the huge eyes.

Inwardly she cursed the designer of such a scary prop.

The eyes looked like being gouged out from a giant night cat. Narrowed to slits, they glittered greenish light and emitted oil. At times, they throbbed fast or slowly like hearts.

It didn’t look like a mere artifact at all.

Thinking while walking, Si Wan bumped into a large box.

From the box jumped out a female ghost in white. Before Si Wan’s eyes, the head spun 360 degrees and dropped to her feet.

Around its neck, the flesh looked like a jagged sausage wrung broken from the middle. What was more, blood squirted out from the fracture.

This time Si Wan couldn’t hold it anymore.

Shaking off Gong Siming’s hand, she jumped up!

She just wanted to punch the designer in his face!

This was too creepy!

Gong Siming slowly picked up the head from the ground. Oh my, this was even more lifelike than those wax figures in that famous museum!

He watched the artificial head in his hand and then Si Wan, who jumped in fear.

“This is expensive, watch it, don’t let people step on it!”

Delivering the head back to the hand of the female ghost, Gong Siming said nonchalantly. Picking it up, the headless ghost bowed to him respectfully. Unexpectedly, she was a living person!

Since when did Gong Siming care so much about a prop head?

Seriously? Si Wan took pains to lure the prey but jumped into the trap herself.

This was nothing but suffering her own evil deeds!

Deeply humiliated, Si Wan jumped back to Gong Siming, submissively put her little hand into his wider palm and interlocked their fingers.

Such a scenario looked a little tragic.

The young couple was like in A Chinese Ghost Story.

Only this Ning Caichen was reserved and duplicitous while this Nie Xiaoqian was timid and afraid of ghosts.

“Scared? I can walk you out!”

Gong Siming could have expressed his concern more gently, but his wonted cold tone sounded a little ironic.

Her face ghastly pale, Si Wan felt her dignity severely trampled.

It was as if she was going to her heroic death.

Only her great aspiration was pre-empted!

The ground below her suddenly sank, and Si Wan slowly fell into a Ghost Marsh.

Fierce ghosts slowly rose as if they were attracted by the breaths of living people.

Those ghosts were blackish, wet, sticky, and dripping muddy water. Si Wan was now hemmed in by them from all directions.

Energetic and enthusiastic the last second, but now she was standing still and collapsing slowly.

Those ghosts were diligently playing their roles. Brandishing their sticky and withered claws, they roared!

Their faces were indiscernible, and their crimson mouths were emitting stenches. Repeatedly they shouted ‘devour, devour, devour’ along with creepy titters.

A pair of sticky and rough hands hooped Si Wan’s leg tightly when streams of coldness assaulted every pore of hers.

Still keeping her head lowered, she grabbed Gong Siming’s arm, trying to free herself. Instantly pulling a long face, he yanked the woman up.

“Ah!”

Following a snap of a fracture, a painful scream reverberated through the Haunted Mansion.

Those ghosts were taken aback and fled totteringly back into the marsh.

Her cold sweat of fear, ghastly pale face and painful look were like ruthless sharp claws that scratched Gong Siming’s heart.

Without further ado, he scooped the wet and sticky woman outside as fast as he could.

Along the way, he crushed any ghost or corpse.

“It’s not your fault.”

Si Wan’s voice, though faint, clearly dashed into Gong Siming’s ears.

How ironic! She had intended to witness the fragile side of Gong Siming. Beyond her expectations, though, she was sent to the hospital again.

She passed out from the sharp pain.

In the villa, Si Wan lay quietly in the king-sized bed, and her cheeks regained a fine color.

A sequela of past injury!

As Junior Mistress of Si’s Family, she had been well protected. How was it possible that she was once injured so badly? And it was during her college days.

Back then, Gong Siming had heard nothing about Si Wan’s injury!

This woman kept too many secrets.

Maybe they were only kept from Gong Siming.

In the Haunted Mansion when Si Wan accidentally fell into the Ghost Marsh, she already felt something wrong with her arm. That was why she didn’t move but held on to it.

“I am sorry!”

His eyes bloodshot, Gong Siming choked with sobs. His sexy thin lips trembling, he knew not what to say except an apology.

Si Wan’s last words before her swoon echoed in Gong Siming’s mind.

“It’s not your fault!”

Sure enough, ever since their childhood, no matter how much Gong Siming hurt her, she had never spoken anything against him, not even a word of scold.

But remorse didn’t help. Once harm was done, it was irreversible.

Suddenly, Si Wan’s calm face was full of pain, and tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes.

Her whole body shivered, and her deep whimper gradually became clear and turned into a desperate cry.

In a fluster, Gong Siming restricted her painful movements.

But he did not dare to exert too much strength lest Si Wan was injured again.

“No, it’s not like that! Ming!”

The painful outcry was a manifestation of how badly Si Wan’s heart was broken.

She was having a nightmare!

And it was about Gong Siming.