Tang Xi gritted her teeth, "Fu Tingzhou!"
At this moment, the woman's lips were crimson, and her eyes were also brimming with tears, looking bullied yet defiantly stubborn.
Her pupils, however, were so clear that they seemed to drown one in their depths.
"Don't look at me like that." Fu Tingzhou's eyes darkened, he lowered his head, drew close to her, their cheeks merely half a centimeter apart, his voice hoarse and low at her ear, "When you climbed into my bed, you knew I was no gentleman. You meticulously maneuvered close to my mother, all to marry me and become Mrs. Fu. Now, we are not yet divorced. If I see you seducing other men again, I have many ways to deal with you."
Tang Xi's heart thumped like thunder.
In the air, a strange yet somewhat ambiguous atmosphere lingered.
Tang Xi, with eyes red and soft, looked at him. His hand was like iron; she struggled in vain, was he seeking her response?
Tang Xi felt somewhat amused by anger.
