บท 32: Chapter 32 Birthday Feast

"Xing Liehuo, damn it!"

She was a bit like a shrew.

With a cold lift of his eyebrows, Xing Liehuo looked down at her from his superior position, his fingers stroking her furiously pouting lips. A profound light flickered in his icy black pupils, inscrutable, his words sharp as he snapped, "Foolish thing!"

"You're the fool, and so is your whole family! Have you ever seen anyone who just grabs a girl off the street and takes her home as his wife? Your reasoning is far too strained; I won't accept it—" Lian Qiao roared with pressing vehemence, determined today to stand up to him and force a clear explanation.

When she was angry, her cheeks flushed with a charming crimson.

Taking a focused look, his cold gaze seemed to melt a bit, and like proclaiming sovereignty, he bent down and fiercely kissed her soft pink lips, his words absolutely domineering, "You'll accept it whether you like it or not."