"Are you going to keep the cut and treasure it?" he asked with a sarcastic smile. "I don't mind if you keep it inside your body, that way it's not easy to lose."
"..." She was too lazy to argue with a shameless person like him, her face cold and serious as she said, "I'm making this clear, don't lay a finger on him. You don't need to worry about what's between him and me."
The man laughed coldly, "What's the matter, I merely mention him and you defend him like this, have you forgotten who is your husband who sleeps in your bed and makes love to you?"
"Oh, speaking of that," Luo Qiangwei turned her face, her cat-like eyes squinting seductively, "That media storm should have blown over by now, we should be able to happily get a divorce, right?"
Divorce.
She had been frequently bringing up this word to him, especially after Yan Chu appeared—had she found a new man to pursue, thinking she could kick him to the curb?
