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Both were vying for dominance, but Qiao Zhiyi was simply no match for him.
"What on earth do you want?" Qiao Zhiyi tried to control her temper and let go, not wanting to confront him head-on.
Shi Jingzhou's tall frame stood in the doorway, blocking her from leaving and also preventing the door from closing, "I've been good enough to you lately, you'd better not push your luck."
He wanted to destroy this tender yet resilient face.
It was because of Han Ling that she had this facade.
For that man's sake, she ignored him, even disregarding the relationship between them.
In the past, when she was weak and timid before him, always acting obedient and not daring to confront him, not daring to show any displeasure. That was when she truly belonged to him.
"How is it overstepping?" Qiao Zhiyi's voice was not loud, and her tone was gentle, but it carried a chilling distance and strangeness.