"Even if you and Seo Zhenzhen tumbled in bed together, I wouldn't be jealous." She glared at him venomously, her tone very heavy, "Zhou Lin, let me make this clearer, I won't be jealous over you, because I don't like you anymore, understand?"
The air became oppressively quiet. In that moment, it seemed like all other sounds had faded away, leaving only Cheng Zhiwei's breathing, heavy with anger.
Zhou Lin's gaze was dark and frightening.
Cheng Zhiwei turned coldly and walked away. She truly didn't want to spend another moment with this self-righteous jerk.
However, she had only taken one step when her wrist was grabbed, and suddenly her entire body was pinned against the wall.
Zhou Lin's face loomed large before her, followed by a painful kiss, fierce as if forced, her wrist restrained, even her body trapped between the wall and Zhou Lin's chest, unable to move an inch.
