Qiao Yin couldn't help glaring at him, "Can you get up first? You're so heavy. I can't breathe."
Lu Lingche still remained calm, "I can't get up. It's quite comfortable like this."
"I'm not comfortable!"
"Really?"
As Lu Lingche spoke, his hand slipped into her clothes. "Is this more comfortable?"
At their skin's touch, Qiao Yin froze. She quickly grabbed Lu Lingche's hand, "Don't mess around. We... we're already divorced!"
"You only have this one line to repeat. Qiao Yin, do you think I'm a good man who would be bound by a marriage paper?"
No one knew better than Qiao Yin that he was not a good man!
Indeed, as he had said, he would not be bound by marriage paper, and without it, he had even less restraint.
He could do anything. He had already proven it to her.
Qiao Yin was in a panic, trying to push him away forcefully, but due to the disparity in strength, she couldn't budge him.
