"Ren Qinghuan, look at how you look now. You still look like a wealthy lady, worse than a dog." The toe of the shiny leather shoe lifted the woman's chin, forcing her to lift her slender neck.
"You think I'm dirty?"
The next second, the man possessed him, and the soft touch of his tongue touched his cheek.
The man licked the wounds on Ren Qinghuan's face bit by bit until the blood solidified.
How could he let her die?
Even if she died, she could not escape from his grasp.
Contract marriage, it turns out there are so many ulterior secrets.
