Gu Yanchen has lived for twenty-eight years, and he never thought that his wife, a good and obedient wife who was so obedient and docile as to be indifferent, could hide such a burning wildness.
Amidst the deafening drumbeats in the bar, he revealed Shen Qingtang's most secret appearance - heavily made-up, navel-baring short shirt wrapped around her slender waist, swaying wildly with the rhythm, as bright as a tempered wild cat, without any trace of her usual well-behaved and docile appearance.
The man's eyes suddenly darkened, he clenched his phone tightly with his fingertips, and typed out messages word by word, anger and possessiveness welling up:
You only have three seconds to come over and kiss me.
If you dare to dawdle, I will let you twist until dawn tonight.
