But the next second she sobered up, hastily correcting herself, "I'll go talk to Grandfather Chu about ending the engagement tomorrow, so we'll have nothing to do with each other, is that what you wanted?"
Bo Fengheng's veins throbbed, his hand clutching her chin tightened fiercely, his handsome face ice-cold, "Tang Qingyue, have I been too lenient with you? Huh?"
The next moment, however, he suddenly released her, pressing down on her forcefully, his eyes narrowing slightly, his dark pupils staring fixedly at her face, his hot breath cascading down, "Remember, whether we're related or not is only for me to decide, understood?"
Then, he fiercely lowered his head and kissed her lips again, entwining them viciously as if he wanted to devour her soft lips completely.
"Are you sick? What the hell do you want? Let me go!" Mu Yin shivered, struggling madly in fury.
But then, with a "hiss," the only remaining covering shattered.
