Wen Yi knew that she could never match his physical strength, no matter what. She looked at his nearly perfect jawline and said through clenched teeth, "Mo Shichen, I want to breakup peacefully with you, but do you have to tear off the façade?"
The man simply burst out laughing upon hearing this.
Mo Shichen's fingers clamped onto her chin, pinching it as he sneered lowly, "You speak as if it's funny—since you are unwilling to stay with me, what's the point of keeping any facade? What, be friends or buddies?" As his grip tightened, causing her pain, his smile deepened, "I don't need friends, especially not ex-wives as friends. Wen Yi, either you remain my woman, or you become my enemy—"
Wen Yi's eyes widened in an instant, then the man's kiss landed on her lips, faster and harder.
She pushed and struggled in vain as her clothes were peeled off one by one, then fell to the ground.
