Lu Yinfeng's entire body was stiff; the sensation of Mo Qianyan's hands roaming over her face made her feel like vomiting.
To think that the face barely half a meter away was once the face she had longed for day and night.
Yet now, Lu Yinfeng felt only extreme repulsion.
In their three years of marriage, Mo Qianyan had never laid a finger on Lu Yinfeng, but now, he wanted nothing more than to devour her completely, as if wishing he could crush her bones and swallow them whole.
Since Lu Yinfeng was destined to become his woman, Mo Qianyan was not in a hurry. He sat back down on the sofa, waiting for Lu Yinfeng to serve him.
Lu Yinfeng, looking at his actions, was overcome with a mixture of shame and defiance, her body flush with a pink hue.
She became even more tempting.
Mo Qianyan raised his eyebrows at her, patted his thigh, and assumed a very frivolous and flirtatious pose.
Underneath the silk robe, the outline of Mo Qianyan's robust body was faintly discernible.