Having said that, Yu Jingchen clasped her wrist and pulled her forcefully towards himself.
An Ning's body flipped forward in midair, rolling directly onto his.
"Ah..."
He firmly pinned her down, his lips finding hers.
His kiss was ferocious, even carrying a taste of punishment.
An Ning beat against him in pain. "Stop... it hurts..."
"Hurts, you know how to hurt now?"
"I'm not a fool, how could I not know pain?"
Yu Jingchen continued to squeeze her forcefully, retaliating as he asked, "I had already reported to you before going out, and yet you still tried to trap me with my words when I returned. Tell me, how much do you distrust your husband?"
"..." An Ning laughed inwardly, but she did not show it.
"Do you really think your husband is such an unreliable person?" Yu Jingchen asked again.