"The Second Young Master said I don't have to kneel to him..."
"Not to him, but to me?"
Su Qingtian backed away, "I'm his wife..."
"Really?" Mo Beiyan lifted her up and pinned her against the wall, "You really dare say anything, huh? You're his wife? Where was he when you were humiliated?"
"He will come back," Su Qingtian suddenly looked up, inexplicably wanting to say this, "He will definitely come back!"
"So you have been expecting him?" Mo Beiyan sneered coldly. He raised his hand, brushing her neck, his fingers gradually tightening, "I'm telling you, I won't miss anything of Mo Nanjue's, I want every bit, and of course," he lowered his head, "including you."
Su Qingtian reached out to push him away but was grabbed by the man before she could move, "Come on, tell me, how is Mo Nanjue's performance in bed?"
"..."
"Does he make you feel good?"
