Became a vicious male mother

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"Why are you running?"

Zhou Shao's eyes darkened, and he coldly dragged the escaped person back.

"You think you're so tough at kicking? Try kicking me again," the man said angrily in a deep voice.

After saying that, the world spun around him, his feet left the ground, and in just two seconds, he was thrown back onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

The contact between his back and the hard bed surface caused him to feel pain so intense that tears welled up in his eyes. Gu Xinglan lay on the bed, his ankles twisting like caterpillars, and through the tears in his eyes, he saw the blurry figure holding the wedding dress getting closer and closer.

The other person's oppressive aura, coupled with their cold, sticky gaze, led them step by step closer.

The spot where he had kicked so hard now stood tall and unyielding, like a granite rock formation weathered by wind and sand in a desolate wilderness.

Gu Xinglan gasped.

“I have AIDS. If you don’t want to die sooner, you’re welcome to come!” He was desperate and reckless.

"You have AIDS, I have gonorrhea, we're even."

Zhou Shao snatched the coarse linen quilt from the bed, wrapped it around his lower body, and then threw the wedding dress heavily onto Gu Xinglan.

Soon, her hand was restrained, and Gu Xinglan struggled several times but could not pull her hand back.

The tight-fitting wedding dress, passing over his head and sitting straight on his shoulders, was constantly being pulled up and down.

Zhou Shao tensed his hand muscles and pulled the fastening rope on his wedding dress so hard it snapped in two.

The beads, now freed from their tethers, bounced wildly in all directions. One of them whizzed past the corner of his eye, causing Gu Xinglan to burst into tears. The pain made him close his eyes tightly, and tears welled up uncontrollably. In less than three seconds, his face was covered in tears.

Zhou Shao, panting, his eyes fixed on the red, strained with both hands as if the person helping him dress was not a person, but an inanimate object; he only wanted to pull the wedding dress down completely.

The wedding dress and the people are both in grave danger.

"Second brother?" "Second brother?"

A weak, feeble voice sounded from outside.

You can't hear it at all unless you listen very carefully.

Gu Xinglan didn't react in time. Just as the man leaned in, just as he was about to mourn for his chrysanthemum...

The air suddenly became still, losing all its fluidity.

Gu Xinglan, who was lying on the bed, paused in her grip on her clothes and quickly whispered, "There are people outside!"

Those who indulge in lewdness in broad daylight shall be struck by lightning!

"Second brother..."

A faint knock came from the door, followed by a soft cough; the voice that came out was both urgent and weak.

"Xiao Chang said you found me a girl, where did you find her?"

The person outside kept babbling: "Don't listen to that old lady, she's talking nonsense, didn't you hear me?"

"If you don't open the door, I'm coming in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "squeak".

When the door opened, the floor was covered with odds and ends: candlesticks, newspapers, cigarette butts, and all sorts of things.

"Big brother!"

Zhou Shao wrapped himself in a blanket.

The quilt has bulged out a bit too much.

"Did you hire a human trafficker?" The person standing at the door, leaning on a cane, looked towards the bed.

There are more men than women in the village, and many outsiders work as human traffickers. There is a group of them outside the village now, which is an open secret.

But he loathed it. If it weren't for human traffickers, he wouldn't have lost his younger brother, let alone the tragedy of searching for him for a whole day and night in the snow and ending up with a chronic illness.

Looking at his younger brother, who had been abducted as a child and had now returned, he became serious.

"No matter where you found this person, send them back to me. I don't need to get married, and the idea of ​​a marriage to ward off bad luck is absurd!"

No one answered.

Suddenly, something stirred inside the blanket.

Gu Xinglan inside could only vaguely hear, and desperately stretched her hand outwards.

But before she could even get out of the quilt, she was once again restrained by something inside the coarse linen quilt.

"Brother, you have no choice but to agree. You get married, and once it's over, I'll leave."

"leave?!"

The person at the door started coughing violently.

"Consider this my way of repaying you." Zhou Shao inexplicably wanted to smoke, but he had no cigarette pack in his hand, only a restless person.

A group of people who came from outside at the sound of coughing laughed and grabbed the person who was hunched over coughing at the door, saying, "Why are you running away? We've got all our clothes ready, just waiting for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people at the door were scrambled back inside.

The door was closed again due to inertia.

Now, the grip loosened.

The person under the covers finally had a chance to catch their breath and quickly poked their head out of the covers, breathing frantically.

Wedding attire worn by men does not appear out of place; on the contrary, it makes them look even more radiant, creating a gender-blurring beauty that impacts the senses.

Zhou Shao rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed) and carried the person on the bed directly up.

Outside, there was a deafening clamor of gongs and drums, a dry, loud, and unpleasant sound.

Soon, firecrackers went off everywhere.

There was no banquet table, and no parents were seated on the high seat.

The crowd that had come to join in the fun after hearing the firecrackers became noisy upon seeing the scene.

"Make way, make way, let the bride pass!"

The person's head was wrapped in red cloth, and their clothes were loosely draped over their shoulders. At this moment, they were being carried on the shoulders of a tall man.

When the villagers saw that his broad back was covered with tattoos, they dared not speak for a moment.

"Here, wedding candy, one for each person, no more."

Another person came carrying a bamboo basket, holding candy from one end to the other with their fingers.

The villagers outside were talking when they heard the sound of wedding candy being handed out.

The villagers, who had been watching the show with amusement, suddenly changed their expressions, just like the weather in June.

They all craned their necks, their faces beaming with joy, as if their earlier expressions of watching the spectacle had never existed. They chanted auspicious words in unison and crowded around the person distributing the wedding candy, leading him into the house.

There was none of the disdain and schadenfreude that had been evident in their earlier whispered conversation about "how can the groom get married when he's so sick?"

At the wedding.

The two newlyweds were both dressed in red, and each had someone supporting them from behind.

So weird.

On the high seat was only a loud-voiced matchmaker who was officiating at the wedding.

With an old woman.

The old woman was completely focused on the thin, pale-faced man, and her emotions were running high.

"Yes, getting married will dispel bad luck and cure illness..." The old woman kept repeating this sentence, clasping her hands together and looking expectantly at the two newlyweds.

"Quickly, lift the bride's veil!"

she shouted excitedly.

This sentence drew everyone's attention to the tall, slender man in the tight red outfit.

She doesn't look like she'd be easy to take care of; she's neither curvy nor shapely, and her only redeeming feature is her height.

The villagers saw the bride suddenly struggle for a moment, but then become motionless again, as if she had been cursed.

His face, hidden beneath the red cloth, was flushed. No matter how hard he tried to break free from the hand behind his back, all that awaited him was the backlash of being kneaded and squeezed.

My back was aching and sore, and in full view of everyone, I was tightly gripped by the other party.

Gu Xinglan was forced to rely entirely on the side.

System message: [A good man doesn't marry a second man.]

"System, save me!"

If he goes through with this marriage, he'll probably have to say goodbye to his beloved Chrysanthemum with tears in his eyes.