Si Chen sneered and laughed, forcibly pressing her against the wall: "His woman? You really overestimate yourself. You see yourself as something else, that's why you dare to talk to me like this. Without Shi Yuhuan, with your kind, even if you had a hundred times the courage, you wouldn't dare to utter a word in my face."
Song Qinghuan replied cynically, seeing the anger on Si Chen's face, and managed to match his laugh without backing down: "If not for the sake of Shi Yuhuan, I wouldn't even bother with you. Let me go!"
With that, she tried to push Si Chen away. He let go of her abruptly, executing his move rudely.
Song Qinghuan was thrown back against the bed frame, her back and shoulder-blades hitting it hard.
It hurt. Song Qinghuan winced in pain and subconsciously grabbed her shoulder.
Si Chen looked at her, his cold laugh echoed as he adjusted his slightly disheveled clothes, and then slowly made his way toward Qinghuan.
