"I didn't mention divorce, my dear wife! Why would you think such a thing?" Yan Feng's voice cut through the air, its dark timbre flowing with an intensity akin to the midnight hour.
Mei Xing found herself in a state of speechlessness, her ability to respond obliterated by Yan Feng's husky voice. As his hot breath caressed her neck, her nerves danced with a hint of unease, prompting her to subtly shift away from him.
A deep sigh escaped Mei Xing's lips, betraying her inner turmoil, as Yan Feng's piercing blue eyes threatened to engulf her in their captivating depths. Every breath became a challenge as if his mere presence suctioned the oxygen from her lungs.
