She pushed his hand away as if she had been scalded and said hoarsely, "Don't touch me!"
Qiao Yanze's hand froze in midair.
He pursed his lips, and his handsome face seemed to be covered with a thick layer of gloominess. This made him emit a bone-chilling sharpness, but his eyes were so deep and dark, as if endless regret and regret had fallen into them.
That was right. He regretted it.
If he had known the truth would be so unbearable, he would not have forced her like this. It turned out that what she had said to him back then was all true—his self-righteousness and so-called affection had given her pain and unbearable misery.
Li Yinian placed her head on the door, her body still trembling. She knew that the man was behind her. His aura was as domineering and strong as ever. It was difficult for her to ignore it.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.
Caught off guard, Li Yinian fell forward.
