Han yichu spoke in a low voice. His voice was a little hoarse and low, with a trace of forbearance and restraint.
He was trying to control the dark emotions in his heart. He was afraid that these dark emotions would hurt qingwu.
Han yichu was the kind of person who, whether he loved them or not, believed that he had the responsibility to make the people around him happy and not hurt them.
However, Huang qingwu's words had really hurt him. He had an impulse to tear everything apart.
In han yichu's mind, qingwu was his wife, his woman. Even if they didn't have a marital life, he wouldn't allow her to find someone else.
Even if he wasn't sure if he loved her, he couldn't allow the person he loved to belong to someone else.
Even he did not realize that he had the deepest domineering desire for Huang qingwu.
Even the way he was pressing her down and hugging her at this moment was a very possessive position. He would not allow Huang qingwu to escape.
