A pain that seemed to open him up from the inside spread endlessly from every corner of his body, raging and screaming through his veins.
He felt his temples throbbing violently, causing a headache. No, it wasn’t just a headache; his heart, lungs, liver—his whole body ached, and it felt suffocatingly stifling!
The room was very quiet. Ling Momo smelled the strong odor of smoke and, unaccustomed to it, frowned, asking, "Why have you smoked so much?"
Hearing this, Li Qingshen couldn’t bear the raging anger any longer; grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw, he let out a cold sneer. His smoking, what did it have to do with her?
Yes, how could she like anything he did? She wouldn’t like anything, would she?
She liked Lu Niange, Lu Niange!
This thought burned his nerves like fire, and he suddenly strode toward Ling Momo.
He reached her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her toward the bed.
What if she didn’t like it?
They had an agreement, didn’t they?
No matter how much she disliked it, with just one phone call, she still had to obediently come to him!
Li Qingshen hooked his lips, his sneer growing colder. For original chapters go to novel⚑fire.net
Ling Momo was startled by Li Qingshen’s sudden grab; she hadn’t fully reacted when he flung her onto the bed. Before she could utter a word, he pounced on her.
Li Qingshen pressed his entire weight onto her, unlike before when he would be careful not to crush her, holding up part of his body.
She gasped under his weight, struggling with the heaviness. Frowning, she couldn’t help but try to push him away, "Heavy..."
Hearing this, Li Qingshen intentionally increased his force, driven by anger. The more she didn’t want it, the more he insisted on going against her will!