After she finished speaking, she withdrew half an inch, and the man's deep breathing sprayed on her face at close range, his ink-black eyes as sharp as swords.
Yu Chiyin's anger had already been ignited by her assumption, his iron-like arms gripping her waist tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his own body.
"Brother Ayin, if you talk about divorce again, I'll go out and find a man, hug him, kiss him, and make love with him..."
Before her voice had fallen, her body suddenly lifted into the air, the furious man carrying her up the stairs with large strides.
"Bang!"
The door to the master bedroom was kicked open and then slammed shut.
Lu Fengxuan only felt a blur before her eyes, and she was already trapped between the man's chest and the wall, his scent enveloping her.
Her cheeks unconsciously reddened.
"Lu Fengxuan, do you think I am dead?"
Yu Chiyin had never been so irritated, not giving her a chance to reply, he lowered his head and kissed her.
He was too fierce!
