Chi Huan was stunned.
The man's tone was very light, but the implications of his words were extremely deep.
She still maintained her original posture, looking at his face which was close at hand, as if her throat was blocked.
If these words were an accusation, she couldn't refute them, so she had nothing to say.
Eventually, she lowered her head, tugging the corners of her lips into something resembling a smile, "That's right; maybe I am indeed such a woman."
Mo Shiqian's hand, which was clasped on her waist, tightened as he spoke in a stiff voice, harsh and deliberate, "No matter whether you've fallen for him or not, I'm giving you three days to completely sever ties with him and come back to me."
Chi Huan was taken aback, looking up at him, "Do you still want me to come back to you?"
He didn't respond, his fingers pinched her chin as he bent down and kissed her again.
This kiss was fierce, utterly ungentle, full of plunder and possession.
