Shang Yu's handsome face was covered with a cold and dark shadow as he once again raised his hand, trapping her jaw in his grip, enunciating each word, "Li Qiao, I never said you weren't qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with me."
"Is that so?" Li Qiao looked at him, her voice clear yet faint, barely audible.
Forced to look up at the man, she still gazed at him with eyes full of adoration and then said something that made Shang Yu's breath halt, "But doesn't your protection precisely prove that you think I'm not qualified..." to stand by your side.
Before she could utter the last three words, Shang Yu's pressing lips sealed them back.
He kissed her fiercely, even with a hint of punishment.
It wasn't gentle, nor was it clingy, the tearing bite force spelling out the man's nearly obsessive possessiveness.
Li Qiao did not dodge, nor did she make any move to reciprocate.
She simply let the injured man do as he pleased on her lips.
