"Zhou Ziyu, don't even think about it, even if I die, I will never serve you again!" Zhu Li exclaimed, her complexion instantly paling.
She looked at Zhou Ziyu, her eyes filled with an intense disgust that she couldn't dissolve.
She had followed Zhou Ziyu into the room, thinking that he wanted to discuss something private with her.
Little did she expect that Zhou Ziyu had no such intention; he actually wanted her to serve him.
She never thought Zhou Ziyu could be so shameless. Their relationship had already turned hostile, and yet Zhou Ziyu was still thinking about such matters. This Zhou Ziyu was simply a pervert.
When they had been husband and wife, such acts were normal, but now that their relationship was broken, Zhu Li was determined to stay chaste.
After all, she had only ever been a married woman, never a woman of loose morals.
What Zhou Ziyu was doing now was no different from what a hooligan would do.
