He suddenly stood up, just moments ago he seemed somewhat intoxicated, but now he was like a beast who had lost control of his emotions, violently pushing her onto the sofa, those eyes bringing an indescribable oppression.
The alcohol might have kicked in, his face was a bit flushed.
Qiao Xiaren was momentarily caught off guard, found herself at a disadvantage, as he forcefully bit her ear, the heat making her ear sensitive and turning red: "Qiao Xiaren, do you know who I am?"
He had finally decided to let someone go, but she didn't appreciate it and still provoked him?
A certain darkness in his heart suddenly began to spread slowly, the emotions he had suppressed for so long finally erupted at this moment, as if the black wings of a demon had unfolded.
Since letting her go was also a kind of hurt, forcing her was also a kind of hurt, then what was he worried about?
