He lowered his head and fastened the buttons on his cuffs, and said calmly: "Can I sign now?" It was calm and gentle, as if nothing had happened. He threw a pile of documents on the table onto the bed where she was, and the sheets rose slightly and then fell down. Yang Chen lay on the bed, exposing her smooth back, and her cries buzzed in the pillow. Qin Zhengyue seemed a little impatient. He arranged his clothes and walked to the bed, frowning: "Are you done crying?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chen flew up from the quilt and rushed towards him like a beast. Unfortunately, his hand was caught by him before it could fall on his clothes. With a little effort, she leaned over. Qin Zhengyue was no longer patient. He took the document and grabbed her hair. He lifted her up from the bed and put the pen into her hand. He held her hand and signed her name at the bottom of the document. Yang Chen resisted vigorously. She didn't even know what she was resisting. But it was Qin Zhengyue who asked her to do it. She had to resist to the end what he asked her to do, but how could she be his opponent? Finally, he threw her on the bed.
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