Could she really be thinking of running away after getting to this point?
Mo Shiche, of course, didn't believe it; how could Luo Qiangwei think of running away? He had known since he was sensible that this woman liked him, crazily chasing him every day. No matter how much he showed his disinterest, she would fearlessly cling to him.
She had desperately wanted to sleep with him, and now that she has successfully forced a marriage and he had married her, she had no reason to run or resist.
Luo Qiangwei cursed herself for being weak; his mere provocation made her knees go soft. She supported herself with her elbows, leaning back, and smiled at him.
Mo Shiche still held her ankle, undoing his shirt buttons with one hand, as his thin lips curved into a handsome, seductive smile.
As she watched him take off his shirt, revealing his well-defined and muscular chest, Luo Qiangwei suddenly spoke out, "Wait a minute!"
The man paused, looking at her with his deep, profound eyes.
