Concurrently, Zhu Qingyue didn't seem to notice any of Li Meirong's internal concerns. His eloquent phoenix eyes narrowed as he glared down on her. "Divorce?"
The question halted Li Meirong's fleeting concerns, exchanging them with the will to gain the upper hand over Zhu Qingyue.
"Yeah, exactly. I'll divorce you," she stated firmly.
"What is this 'divorce' you speak of?" he hissed back.
"It's, um…"
"Yes?"
In Li Meirong's current inebriated condition, she dizzily looked up to behold Zhu Qingyue with slightly parted lips, her eyes greedily raking over him.
From this angle, he seemed to be nearly twice her size, and even though it was hidden underneath several layers of thick fabric, she could still decipher the honed torso which she already knew was packed with muscles.
