He Xizhou's bottom line kept lowering in front of her.
"Then I won't get up."
Shen Wanxing's voice was soft and scratchy, the final tone hooking one's soul with a tiny hook.
"If you had these skills, Uncle, why didn't you use them earlier? I almost thought you couldn't do it," her eyes sparkled provocatively.
Couldn't do it?
That's a phrase no man can tolerate.
He Xizhou pushed her down on the bed.
Shen Wanxing clutched his shirt tightly, her hair sprawled across the sheets. He Xizhou's hand caressed her left cheek, unable to imagine this face marred by scars. Instinctively, Shen Wanxing tried to avoid his touch, his gaze always made her feel like he was seeing someone else in her.
He Xizhou pinned her hands by her head on the pillow.
"Do you think I can't handle you?"
He Xizhou leaned down and bit her lip.
Her intimacy with Fu Shao, her understanding with Wen Ran, her marriage with Chengze... They were all obstacles.
