Some alcohol dripped onto her chest, cold and scalding intertwined, turning Shu Fu's screams into a bizarrely suggestive gasp.
"Muye... Muye... I want..."
Her fingers slid from the corner of her lips to her chest, the movement was bold and out of line.
The entire venue was steeped in awkwardness.
"Just how desperate is Miss Shu to marry, that she'd lose all sense of propriety with so many people watching? No wonder Ling Muye can't wait to dump her."
"Who could feel proud marrying a woman like that?"
Some whispered among themselves.
Ling Muye, hearing some of the chatter, frowned in disgust.
Seeing that Shu Fu remained entangled and wouldn't let go, he tossed her into the swimming pool.
"Ahh—" As Shu Fu hit the water, she felt a moment of breathlessness, desperately poking her head out in search of the breath that had been snatched from her.
Ling Muye repeatedly forced her head back under the water.
Once, twice, three times.
Finally, Shu Fu became somewhat conscious.
