At least a lover won't be right and proper, in other words, she still has a chance to leave.
But a wife...
A marriage certificate is not an honor, but a chain.
An invisible chain.
He wants to trap her for life.
Her face turned slightly pale, under the dim light there was an ultimate allure, he swallowed hard to suppress the urge to swallow her whole.
She was just too petite, her face not even the size of a palm, only her dark bright eyes expressed fear, her body was so short, he could lift her with one hand and carry her over mountain paths for six or seven hours without the slightest fatigue.
He loved her most when she was beneath him, crying pitifully for mercy, like a pear blossom in the rain; at those times he only wanted to ruthlessly ravish her, love her.
Feeling her body still tense, he lifted her from the bed, making them sit face to face.
"Be good, don't be nervous, relax."
"I'm... not nervous."
She really wasn't nervous, she was just scared.
