The man's steps were steady as he strode up to Li Qiao, his dark eyes fixed intently on her face.
At a close distance, Shang Yu forcefully grasped the back of Li Qiao's neck, pressing down his handsome face and fervently capturing her lips.
Li Qiao was caught off guard, and the phone fell to the ground with a startling sound.
From their first meeting to falling in love, Li Qiao had witnessed Shang Yu's episodes several times and knew how to comfort him.
But this time, things were different from all the others.
Because no matter how hard she tried to respond to the man, his grip remained unyielding.
It was like an outburst, like a loss of control, until her lips were bruised and bleeding.
He no longer restrained his emotions like before, making endless compromises to her, the almost biting force stained their lips with the taste of blood.
Li Qiao winced in pain, unable to push him away, no matter how hard she tried.
Until—
