Long Ming's tall figure stood in front of Xiao Ying, casting a terrifying shadow over her.
There was a bone-chilling coldness on his expressionless face.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The red wine wet his hair and a lot of liquid dripped down his chiseled face.
It resembled bright red blood and was a terrifying sight.
He pinched her chin and kissed her face.
Xiao Ying turned her head to avoid him.
Seeing her actions, a mocking smile appeared on Long Ming's lips.
If this had happened in the past, he would not let go of her until he tortured her to death tonight.
However, the warm image of her carrying the child and walking out of the hospital with that man appeared in her mind.
Not only was she married, she even had a daughter with another man!
If he lost his rationality and became like a jealous husband, she would only look down on him!
Why did he have to degrade himself in front of her?
