If it weren't for concern over Shu Qiqi's injuries, Leng Yichen would have done something even more outrageous.
As time ticked by, Shu Qiqi felt she might die in Leng Yichen's kiss.
She was gasping for breath and didn't even know when her hands had clung to Leng Yichen's neck.
All she knew was that when the man let her go, a mocking cold smile flashed across his lips.
She shrank back her hands in shame, feeling too embarrassed to face him again.
On one hand, she talked about cutting ties with him, while on the other, she shamelessly immersed herself in his kiss.
Leng Yichen indifferently fixed her clothes.
"Since you want a divorce that badly, I'll grant your wish."
The man turned and decisively left.
Shu Qiqi's tears suddenly fell. She thought she could bear it, but she didn't expect the pain to be so acute.
The feeling of dying was even more unbearable than when the car accident happened.
Clenching her hands tightly over her chest, she bit her lip.