"Pei Qin!" Mo Heng shouted angrily. His eyes glared at her, burning with a dark fire.
"You can lower your voice; I can hear you just fine," Pei Qin said, speechless.
Mo Heng suddenly burst into a sinister laugh, took several steps towards her, and his tall figure quickly overshadowed her slender one, filled with aggressiveness.
Pei Qin's gaze shifted slightly, and she took a step back, "What are you doing?"
"What do you think!" Mo Heng sneered coldly.
She would die a hideous death! Being someone who always knew the ways of the world, Pei Qin immediately turned around, thinking of slipping away.
Mo Heng flicked his sleeve, and the door slammed shut. Then, he began to remove his own clothes, "Married at seventeen, if a person's lifespan is sixty years, we still have forty years. Even if we're restrained and only do it every three days, that's still four thousand eight hundred and sixty-six times! When do you hope I die? Before I die, let's finish these five thousand times!"
