The Gentle, Sweet Husband Turns Rebellious After I Let Him Go

The Wen family's most perfect specimen willingly knelt in the darkness, becoming an offering beneath the hem of her skirt. He followed his own sister's nemesis, clinging to her in humiliating desperation. Shen Qinghuan lifted his chin with a finger, the corners of her lips curling upward. Wen Nanchuan turned his eyes away and pleaded desperately. “Let me go... please?” But Shen Qinghuan pinched his cheek, teasing him. “Scared now?” Yet when he pursued her to the top floor of a private club, he faintly heard Shen Qinghuan's voice coming from inside a private room. “That young master of the Wen family? He's just a plaything I use to rile up his sister.”