[MTL]After Marrying The Wrong Person, I Can't Leave

Ch 53

　　It happened so suddenly that Song Linchu's idea of rebellion was suppressed by someone who had premeditated it.

　　All the things happened last time when Song Linchu was not very conscious, his mind was drowsy due to excessive alcohol domination, he was slow to perceive everything, and his intuitive feeling was not so strong.

　　This time he was sober, and he had a vivid experience of what it means to go straight to the brain, and he couldn't resist.

　　It was one o'clock at night.

　　The surroundings are completely silent, only the semi-circular bright moon is still hanging high in the sky, quietly peeking in from the half-drawn curtains, listening to Mr. Tan's personal teaching.

　　It is still early spring, the weather is still chilly, and everything is still in the tail of winter, but the abundant spring has enveloped this square inch of land.

　　Maybe it's because the spring sun is too scorching, making Tan Yue's palms hot, hotter than lava.

　　It seems to be endowed with magic, dominating human emotions.

　　When its spell is fast, human beings are like riding a witch's broom, being sent to the high clouds, stepping on the soft clouds, and their thoughts are flying.

　　Under this kind of impact, human beings are like a stranded fish, panting heavily, and the eyes are filled with physiological tears due to excessive stimulation, slipping from the corners of the eyes, and being kissed off again.

　　When its spell suddenly slowed down, human beings instantly fell from the high clouds into the bottomless abyss.

　　The air in the abyss is filled with unknown anxiety, like pieces of feathers gently falling, scratching people's heart itches even more.

　　During the slow magic spell, the human's rejecting hand unconsciously slowly turned into a posture of grabbing the shirt, begging the master of the spell to recite the spell faster.

　　In this sometimes fast and sometimes slow torment of the curse, the human defense line was defeated, and the embankment burst into torrents, which exploded with a bang.

　　The human hand hangs down feebly, hitting the snow-white bed sheet.

　　The temperature in spring in this square inch of land seems to be exceptionally high, and even the foreheads of humans who are always afraid of the cold are covered with a thin layer of sweat.

　　The cold spring lightly knocked on the closed glass, trying to send a little chill to the space and let the scorching temperature drop, but they were ruthlessly blocked out of the window, leaving patches of angry white mist on the glass.

　　In the pouring torrent, the minds of human beings went blank, and they didn't even notice that the hand with the curse moved to other places.

　　It had obviously visited this place before, and was already familiar with the road. It didn't even need a guide, so it found its secret base in the ravine formed by two upright mountains.

　　The white mist on the windowpane gathered more and more, condensing into a glistening drop of water, rolling down quietly.

　　Maybe it was too loud when it hit the ground, waking up the humans who were dominated by the curse.

　　The human's powerless hand was lifted up, and the long, white fingers scratched the caster's back, trying to use the pain to awaken the conscience of the caster and set him free.

　　But the person who cast the spell is really too cunning, he knows his secret base better than human beings, and he doesn't know which switch has been pressed inside. It softened into a puddle in an instant.