"Jian Xi, you asked for this!"
As soon as the man's deep, husky voice sounded, Jian Xi's mind went blank.
"Si... Si Yuhuan! Why is it you?"
Si Yuhuan's face was grim, his expression cold as he threw her onto the bed. Then, he leaned over and pressed down on her.
"If not me, who were you hoping for? Zhou Yan? Or some other man?"
How did he know Zhou Yan was here too?
The alcohol's effect on Jian Xi faded by half, and she pushed hard at the man. "It's none of your damn business! I'm divorced from you! Whether I find a Little Naigou or some pretty boy has nothing to do with you!"
Si Yuhuan was almost amused by the young woman's outrage.
Little Naigou? Pretty boy? How many green hats had this woman prepared for him behind his back?
With this thought, he fiercely pinched Jian Xi's chin and bit out each word, "Divorced? In your dreams!"
The next second, the furious man pressed her down.
His kiss landed firmly on her lips.
