Ye Shiqing's voice trembled, "Shi, Brother Chu..."
"Don't call me that!"
Shen Shichu yelled in her face, giving Ye Shiqing no opportunity to dodge. Tears streamed down her face as she said with a quivering voice, "What's wrong with you, Brother Chu..."
"I told you not to call me! Not to speak! Can't you understand!"
A vein throbbed on Shen Shichu's forehead, his face twisted in fury.
His hand that was holding her face suddenly grasped her neck tightly and lifted her off the ground before he leaned in to kiss her.
It wasn't a kiss, but a bite, a gnaw, and soon their mouths were filled with the taste of iron rust.
Ye Shiqing was in so much pain that her entire body spasmed, her toes pointed as she dangled, her body swaying but not falling into his arms.
The wine bottle shattered by her feet. Shen Shichu pushed her against the wall, his kisses harsh and urgent, his breath heavy with uneven panting.
After a long time, he finally let her go.