But Cheng Ruowei just paused for a moment and found it amusing, saying emotionlessly, "Then Mr. Di has even less right to control me."
Di Jinye looked down at her with a condescending gaze, scrutinizing the hesitation that had shaken her, but that was a sentence he did not want to say.
"Cheng Ruowei, you are my spoils of war and don't need your consent. Do you now have the ability to refuse me?"
He didn't continue to explain about her ex-husband but instead sneered menacingly, not with verbal threats but with threatening gestures.
The next moment, his slender fingers slowly traced along her body's contours, winding around to her back, stopping precisely on her bra clasp.
Cheng Ruowei stiffened uncontrollably; she hadn't expected Di Jinye to actually go through with it.
"Don't touch me!"
"I won't touch you; I just want you to be a bit more honest in front of me."
Di Jinye's actions were provoking Cheng Ruowei to want to cry for help.