Ye Xiaotao raised her eyebrows and looked at his crotch. "On the other hand, Mr. Leng, do you dare to take your hand out of your pocket? What are you hiding?"
"I don't know where Mr. Leng gets your confidence from. I think any woman would blush in embarrassment and anger if there was a gun pointing at her so rudely. Besides, you're just my ex-husband. I don't want to graze on old grass."
Leng Hao's blood rushed to his brain. His body became more and more restless as he looked at her eloquent behavior.
A gun..
Ex-husband..
As he listened to her words, he really wanted to push her down and then... possessed her.
He wanted to let her cry, let her beg for mercy, and let her clearly who her man was.
