Jing Yichen looked at the woman he loved. He had been longing for her, day and night. She, on the other hand, was huddled in a corner and didn't even want to sit next to him. It had been a few hours since the incident with Jing Yiran, and there was still some underlying unpleasantness. How had they grown so distant from each other already?
He had been missing her and was so worried about her when he was abroad, while she was suspecting him of loving another woman. If he really loved someone else, why would he have taken this much effort to force her into a marriage, even when she was unwell? Why did she not trust him?
He couldn't take the distance between them anymore. He stretched out his arms and swept Shanggaun Ning into them. He lowered his head and kissed her with force. His kiss was wild and dominating. She belonged only to him. Only to him.
