Qin Mo averted his gaze and yanked her delicate, boneless wrist forcefully, "Let's go."
But Sally, with deft agility, shook off his grasp.
Qin Mo's palm was left empty, and he turned back to look at her, his eyes clouded with a hint of doubt. At the same time, he felt... as if he was losing control of something!
Sally's lips were lush and tempting, curving up into a charming arc, growing cunning.
"Qin Mo, I suddenly don't want to marry you anymore, nor do I want to be bled again," Sally said as she pulled out a key to the villa from her handbag, "Let's go our separate ways."
Qin Mo stared at her in astonishment, "You!"
Sally replied, "Our relationship is based on a heart contract. The contract means nothing unless I sign it. When the day comes that you prove your sincerity with something more than power and money, come find me then."