Zijin walked out and opened the door next door.
Yinuo's hands turned red from knocking, her emotions stirred, her hair disheveled, eyes red, showing an utterly disheveled state.
She couldn't remember how many times she had been this disheveled in front of Zijin.
Seeing him suddenly open the door, Yinuo dashed to the side.
"Where are you going? Yinuo, haven't you understood my meaning yet?" Zijin's face gradually turned cold, grabbing her slender arm.
Yinuo's eyes, like sharp swords, fiercely flew toward him.
"Zijin, don't you dare…"
The rest of her words were trapped in her throat by his fierce and brutal kiss.
Zijin's arms nearly savagely tightened around her waist, fixing her head in place, repeating what he had long wanted to do.
An unruly woman doesn't need wasted words, just throw her directly onto the bed.
"Ah... what are you doing? Let me go, Zijin, let me go."
He lifted her sideways, walking into the room.
