"Alright, it's not over yet. Aren't you tired?"
Sang Yu panted, her hair damp and messy.
Her hands were still gripping her clothes tightly.
Bo Jinghang seemed to have lost his patience and pulled the shirt back forcefully.
She crashed into his arms with the woman.
The woman resisted and struggled. Bo Jinghang threw her clothes aside and wrapped his arms around her.
"Alright, even if you have a temper, you should have vented it."
"I have no right to throw a tantrum. Let go of me!"
Bo Jinghang pursed his lips. She really knew how to rebut him.
"Where are you going? Behave yourself, or I'll teach you a lesson!"
Sang Yu felt weak and exhausted.
She was no match for Bo Jinghang in terms of strength and aura.
She couldn't be confident in front of Bo Jinhang.
Because this was a marriage she had planned, she felt guilty.
Their relationship now belonged to Bo Jinhang.
