An Ziqi uttered a small gasp and promptly encircled her arms around Xiao Moli's neck.
At the next moment, Xiao Moli gave the bedroom door a powerful kick with his foot, shutting it forcefully.
His kiss landed passionately and heavily on her lips, like a sudden gust of wind and rain.
Knowing that he was still upset, An Ziqi didn't resist, she tilted her face up in submission, her reply to him colored with a hint of shyness aiming to soothe him.
This immediately drew a more savage response from Xiao Moli.
"An'an, you're mine, you're mine!"
He believed An Ziqi's explanation, but still, any man would feel uncomfortable knowing others continually coveted his woman.
"Say that you're mine," Xiao Moli said with a threatening tone.
An Ziqi bit her lip, straining to hold back the words that threatened to spill out of her mouth.
Xiao Moli glared at her displeased, "Say you're mine."
"I... I am yours."