Possessiveness
"Shen Wuxiao!!!"
Ning Lüluo suddenly became agitated.
"What are you yelling for? Who told you to speak to your husband like that?" Shen Wuxiao showed no mercy, landing a heavy slap on her rear.
"Mm..."
Ning Lüluo's gaze sharpened considerably, but her tone softened.
She cupped Shen Wuxiao's face, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. "Wuxiao, husband, you can't like anyone else. You can't. You can only like me, okay?!"
"I'm going to like someone else!"
"No, don't force me!" Ning Lüluo looked at him, her eyes turning sharp.
Shen Wuxiao became even more stubborn. "I'm forcing you!"
"Y-you... do you believe me? If you dare say one more word to another woman, I'll cut out her tongue so she can never make another sound to seduce you."
Shen Wuxiao was fearless. "I'm going to. Not only will I talk to her, I'll kiss her too—right in front of you. Don't even think about acting tough with me."
"Ah!!!" Ning Lüluo screamed. With a raised hand, she pulled out the gun Shen Wuxiao had used earlier.
She pointed it at Shen Wuxiao's head. "You can't treat me like this!"
Shen Wuxiao pursed his lips, snatched the handgun away, pointed it at his own temple, and fired five shots in succession.
The gunshots were deafening.
Yet all five bullets fell to the ground.
He had not suffered the slightest injury.
"What other tricks do you have? Use them. I refuse to believe I can't handle a mere yandere."
"Shen Wuxiao, don't force me!" Ning Lüluo was on the verge of collapse.
Her heart rate had already soared.
Shen Wuxiao stuck out his tongue in a taunting bleh-bleh-bleh. "So what if I force you? You forced me first. You want to possess me, right? Possessing me is fine, but wrapping me