No man could accept such provocation and teasing. Zheng Xiong pinched Yue Qin's chin fiercely. "Yes, I didn't make you cry and beg for mercy today. Are you dissatisfied?"
Yue Qin moved her red and plump lips to Zheng Xiong's ear. Her eyes were blurry, and her smile was teasing. As she spoke, her breath swept across Zheng Xiong's ear. Just as she was about to say something passionate and amorous between husband and wife, Zheng Xiong grabbed Yue Qin's wrist with terrifying strength.
"You hurt me," Yue Qin complained coquettishly. She wanted to pull her hand back, but she failed.
Zheng Xiong's cold and dark gaze swept across Yue Qin's face like a poisonous snake. Yue Qin suddenly woke up from her lust.
There was something wrong with Zheng Xiong today. The two of them looked at each other. Zheng Xiong's aura was sharp, but Yue Qin was not inferior at all.
Yue Qin stared coldly at Zheng Xiong. "What's wrong with you today?"