"Not even half a centimeter? Ye Qingqiu, my patience tonight has been worn out by you!"
With a crisp sound, Ye Qingqiu's gown was torn into two!
She didn't want to hate him, but she wanted to draw a line between them?
Ha…
In the beginning, she was the one who had provoked him and messed up his life. Now, she wanted to leave? What right did she have?
He recalled the joy he felt from her words.
He was as angry as he was happy back then.
Her fair and tender skin was exposed to the air, and the moonlight outside the car window made her look even more fair.
His dark eyes that were filled with dense clouds seemed to form a stark contrast with the snow-white color of her body. He still remembered how she had used this perfect body to pester him tightly.
After imprisoning her by his side for too long, he had an uncontrollable urge.
How could his forbearance be limited to tonight?