"That man surnamed Mo isn't true to you. He's just toying with you.
"When he's done with you and feels that there's nothing new about you, he'll kick you out. You won't have a good ending with him. But it's different for me. As long as you're willing, I can marry you immediately and make you my wife."
"Su Ze, let go. I can't possibly be with you." Qiao Mianmian's wrist had a red mark, and she was frowning from the pain.
Su Ze was losing control of his emotions. The more she struggled, the harder he exerted force.
He was afraid that she would run away the moment he let go.
She was his.
Besides him, no one else could have her.
As Qiao Mianmian struggled, her hair spread out in front of her chest. Without the hair covering her neck, Su Ze saw the hickeys on her neck.
The hickeys had faded a lot.
But they hadn't completely dissipated.
Su Ze saw them right away.
