Song Yansheng narrowed his eyes, continuing to smile impassively, "My woman, I won't let go. Do you think she can escape?"
"Then you'll only have her body, not her heart!" Shen Zui said loudly!
Song Yansheng, however, narrowed his eyes, slowly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and when he looked up again, he still had that noble and graceful appearance.
He said, "So what? At least I can have her physically, to entwine with her every night, every day…and you…Shen Zui, what have you gotten?"
Shen Zui's pupils shrank violently; after all, young and impetuous, facing Song Yansheng, who was five years his senior, he could barely keep his composure.
Especially since this involved Shi Nuan, whom he cared deeply about.
He bit his lip, inhaled several deep breaths silently, and finally managed to calm his chest a little.
Then, he tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and stood up, saying, "Song Yansheng, listen, no matter how you come at me in the future, I don't care…
