Ning Qing returned to her room and locked the wooden door securely.
She lifted her right hand up to harshly wipe her lips, wanting to remove the feeling of electricity that his rough index fingers had left on them.
Rascal! He dared to stretch his fingers out?
He was always so reckless towards her.
Knock knock knock. The sound of someone knocking on the door rang out. The man's distinctive deep and charming voice rang out in the air. "Ning Qing, open the door."
"I won't open it."
She needed to open the door when he said so? Who did he think he was?
Ning Qing had fire in her heart, and she said, "Lu Shaoming, go away. I don't want to see you anymore. I do not owe you anything; my conscience is clear. I used my strength to love you in our marriage. I went to fight for it before. Even though it didn't work, I would never end up as the one that would regret in the end.
