By the time he let go of her, her lips had already gone red and swollen.
Hao snapped a tissue to wipe his mouth, his red, puffy eyes dancing in their sockets.
"You owed me this," he hissed, flinging fist to the side table near him and almost breaking the glasses on top.
He turned around and strode out, angrily slamming the door behind him.
Shoot! Why was he so mad? He was mad at her for getting pregnant at the worst time. He was planning to open his heart and tell her how he felt. He even considered buying a ring. Despite his desire for marriage, he did like her and see her as a perfect fit for him.
He could even accept the fact that she was divorced, but the baby was too much, not to mention who the father was.
Rubbing her bloated lips, Xiyan gasped for air to recover from the intense incident, her face and neck still red for lack of oxygen.
