Bo Yeyuan's face turned abruptly cold. As she turned to leave, he pounced like a cheetah and pressed her against the door.
"Li Qiyu, there's still time to sign that vow—" Bo Yeyuan's muscles tensed as he held her struggling body tightly.
His heart pounded faster than ever before in his chest, his voice hoarse with tension.
Li Qiyu clenched her fist, a cold laugh emerging: "Let's divorce."
"Do you think the title of Young Lady of the Bo family is something you can just cast aside? Who will take responsibility for the tarnished reputation?" Bo Yeyuan's voice was icy cold. "You were handpicked by the old master. Even if I don't want you anymore, it's not someone else's turn!"
He cut off her retreat, not allowing her the illusion of a possibility of divorce!
Li Qiyu detested the burning heat he emanated, hated his dog-like hot breath...
She had mysophobia, too; a man she'd been with was absolutely not allowed to touch another woman!
