"Ye Huan, how do you want to die?" Su Qingqing gritted her teeth, her left hand gripping Ye Huan's thigh tightly, twisting it hard.
Ye Huan drew a sharp breath, quickly shaking off Su Qingqing's hand: "Su Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"
"You're still cursing at me? Not enough to take advantage of me, now you want to curse at me too? Ye Huan, how can you be so despicable." Su Qingqing said aggrievedly, "You've kissed me three times, how can I get married in the future!"
"Kissed three times?" Ye Huan was somewhat speechless, and said, "Su Qingqing, are you mistaken? Why are your thoughts so old-fashioned? Women nowadays, not to mention being kissed three times, even if they're slept with three times, can still find an honest man to mar—"
Feeling Su Qingqing's murderous gaze, Ye Huan swallowed the last word "carry".
"I'm not that kind of frivolous woman," Su Qingqing suppressed her anger, speaking through gritted teeth, "I'll give you a chance, divorce your wife."
