"I was not wrong!" The pregnant woman's temper flared, and Zhang Yuan couldn't help herself; she raised her hand to slap Luoz across the face.
With sarcasm flashing in his eyes, Luoz tilted his head to dodge her hand. He rudely tore off the tie from his neck and tied her hands above her head without a word, her exquisite body exposed before him.
"Ayuan, it seems unless I punish you a bit, you'll never know where you're wrong." His tone suddenly softened, causing Zhang Yuan to involuntarily shiver; whenever he spoke like that...
Zhang Yuan tightly closed her eyes, biting her lower lip harder to avoid making any sound, and Luoz chuckled low, "So stubborn."
His hands, as perfect as a pianist's, fell upon her body, roughly pulling her underwear as his large hand gently caressed the swell of her belly. Luoz bent down to kiss it, "Ayuan, I'll give you one more chance, say it or admit you were wrong!"
"I wasn't wrong!" Zhang Yuan stiffly insisted.
