"Lu Beiyao, get lost, let go of me!" She pounded on him with her fists, grabbing chaotically, tearing his shirt in front of him, leaving a claw mark on his chest.
Lu Beiyao freed up a hand and pinned both of her arms above her head.
His other hand began misbehaving again. She didn't relent, kicking at him, and Lu Beiyao pressed her down with his weight.
Except for twisting her waist, she had no strength left to resist!
Finally, she suddenly calmed down, lying there like a corpse, staring at him blankly, "Lu Beiyao, apart from divorce, you have another choice, which is to be a widower!"
Lu Beiyao paused, looking down at her waist, thinner than when he first met her, as if a mere touch from him would break it!
"Are you really willing to die?" Lu Beiyao asked sarcastically.
