Song Qiao raised her hand to push him away, but the man, as if foreseeing her actions, immediately seized her small hand with his large one, restraining her from moving.
The position inevitably made her feel ashamed, glaring with widened eyes at the handsome face that was almost within zero distance, her heart felt like it was about to stop all of a sudden, enduring his demands and venting.
She didn't know how much time had passed, her lips being kissed swollen and even bitten until they bled a little, it was then that he finally let her go. His deep, hoarse voice was filled with anger, "Thinking of leaving me and getting a divorce? Who the hell gave you the guts for that?"
Song Qiao was panting heavily, almost completely softened by the deep kiss, her whole body nearly unable to sit still, a complete sense of weakness overwhelmed her, probably also because she was scared by the cold and harsh aura emanating from him.
