"There is no path I can't block, Li Qiyu, don't push me," Bo Yeyuan fiercely threw her back onto the sofa again.
The force was heavy, and as Li Qiyu fell back onto the sofa, her head hit the European-style handle, the pain furrowing her brow. The wound on her head had only recently had its bandages removed, healed but still aching.
She lay there, her neckline slightly open, revealing the nail marks on her shoulder.
Bo Yeyuan instantly became like a reckless child who had done something wrong, helplessly holding her: "I love you..."
His lips murmured low in her ear, "Li Qiyu, why do I love you so much. I can't live without you..."
His hoarse voice vibrated from the depths of his soul, reflecting how ecstatic he had been for the past half-month, like a junkie unable to break free.
