Su Yue stammered, "You, you, you, what are you going to do, let go of your filthy paws."
Si Heng chuckled lightly, "Why are you so fierce?"
Su Yue huffed, "Do I need to be polite to you?"
"If you can't help it, you don't need to be polite with me." Si Heng squinted his eyes.
Su Yue, puzzled, "What can't I help?"
Si Heng caressed her waist; it was slender and felt good to the touch.
His voice was husky, "We've been married for a year now, if you can't help it, you can make use of me."
Su Yue's mind exploded.
"What did you say?"
"I said you can make use of me."
Su Yue looked at the man's approaching nose and instinctively bit down.
Si Heng, feeling pain, slapped the woman's pert buttocks.
"Open your mouth!"
Su Yue refused.
Si Heng gave a squeeze with his hand.
Su Yue quickly let go, tilting her head and spitting repeatedly.
Feeling rejected, Si Heng was slightly angry, and driven by alcohol, he reached out, grabbed Su Yue's jaw, and kissed her.
