Fuck it, he doesn't care about anything. He wants to kiss her woman. He wants to kill her.

Xia Yihan's salty and astringent tears flowed quietly, and she greedily pestered him with her tongue like a dying thirsty man sipping a spring.

Leaf ink kissed more and more intensely, hoping to rub her into his body.

Li and Tai said that she didn't think about him all the time. Why didn't he think about her all the time?

He looked at the pictures of Xia Yihan and Li Hetai who were secretly photographed by his subordinates. He looked at her and laughed at other men. He was mad.

And the...