"Because I'm your husband," Tang Feng couldn't help but want to laugh upon seeing the astonished look on the Witch Clan beauty's face.
"Tang Feng, I admit I underestimated you, and I apologize. Can you let me go?" Wu Qingyun didn't know how much she regretted it. She had been excited about her cleverness before, but now all that was left was fear.
"Apologize? No, it's too late." Tang Feng subconsciously wanted to make his move, and Wu Qingyun was frightened to tears.
Tang Feng was somewhat dumbfounded. How could the woman who looked so domineering cry at the drop of a hat?
"Alright, I was just scaring you. Who asked you to lay your hands on me, and even use a knife? If my bones weren't tough, wouldn't I have a broken hand by now?" said Tang Feng.
"I didn't expect it to come to this, it's too late to stop now. Besides, who told you to keep holding onto someone and not let go?"
