"Don't you like it when I kiss you?"
"Not saying anything means you agree."
He lifted Manman's chin, and Muo Huangnian leaned down, pressing a deep kiss on her lips.
The mist from the bathroom was slowly dissipating, but the woman's face remained deathly pale. Gone was the shy, rosy flush she used to have when he kissed her, along with the sweet murmurs calling him her husband.
Silence. She would never call him that again.
Muo Huangnian clearly noticed this too. A string of irritation and helplessness tightened inexplicably in his mind, the seeds of rage stirring restlessly in his blood. His kiss grew deeper, more forceful.
Until a knock came at the bedroom door. "Sir, Madam, dinner is ready."
Only then did the man pull away from her lips, holding her in his arms, breathing heavily. "Mm, got it."
In the dining room, a servant served the dishes at the table. When she saw the handsome man carrying the woman over, she couldn't help but ask, "Sir, is Madam feeling unwell?"
