Her hands were ceaselessly scratching at Qin Fen, and her legs struggled as though they were in a spasm.
Looking at her face turning purple, Qin Fen finally let go, "I'm telling you, I'm your man! You married me, so you should treat me as your sky! I'm not Qin Jian, I won't indulge you like he indulges An Hao!"
Song Yueqin gasped for air, panting for a long time until her breathing evened out.
Tears welled up in her eyes but stubbornly refused to roll down her cheeks.
That was close!
Just now, she had taken a trip to the brink of death and almost stayed there!
She had never imagined that beneath the appearance of a man who looked like a gutless chicken hid a heart full of violence.
Seeing that Song Yueqin had calmed down, Qin Fen fell asleep contentedly.
But Song Yueqin couldn't sleep. She got up in the middle of the night, sat alone in the living room for a while, then pushed open the door and stepped onto the balcony.
