An Yan looked up at him, "Mr. Fu, whether you believe me now or not doesn't matter to me anymore."
"You don't even want to explain?"
An Yan calmly looked at him, "I have no desire to explain anything to you. Just sign the divorce agreement, and the divorce certificate will be processed quickly. After that, you go your own way, and I'll go mine."
"So eager to leave?" Fu Shiyan said coldly with a sneer.
Listening to the man's scornful voice, An Yan's heart still ached, "Yes."
Fu Shiyan's large hand clamped her chin, "You used to profess your love for me. Has your love shifted so quickly? Hmm?"
An Yan's nose tingled, and she tried to pull his hand away, but she couldn't.
Fu Shiyan's other hand directly clutched the back of her head, forcefully pressing down on her lips.
A mix of sweet and metallic tastes filled their mouths, unclear whether it was his or hers.
An Yan gave up resisting, allowing him to freely suck on her lips.
