Song Qiao raised her hand to push him away, but the man seemed to have anticipated it and directly grasped her small hand, restricting her from moving.
The posture inevitably made her feel quite ashamed. She widened her eyes to look at the face almost zero distance from hers. Her heartbeat suddenly felt like it was going to stop, enduring his demand and release.
She didn't know how long it had been before he finally let her go. His deep, hoarse voice was full of anger, "Want to leave me, divorce me? Who the hell gave you this courage?"
Song Qiao was panting heavily, the deep kiss had nearly left her whole body limp, as if she could barely sit up straight, feeling powerless all over. Perhaps it was also because she was frightened by the cold aura emanating from him, making her involuntarily shrink a bit.
However, despite his cold questioning, she still did not speak, just glaring at him with her eyes. In her eyes, one could vaguely see the anger she was trying hard to suppress.
