He held his chin high, his eyes looking at her with puzzled light.
Han Yi clenched her teeth, her voice hoarse, "It's because I like you, and you, you've always been cold to me.... Our marriage like this, it's not called being married... It's been a month, and you haven't touched me!"
Gong Tingxuan slightly furrowed his brow and then stood up, taking Han Yi's hand, "Come with me!"
Han Yi followed him without understanding why.
His steps were fast, his large hand slightly rough.
Soon, he reached the bedroom.
With a "bang," the door closed.
She looked at him nervously and uneasily.
"Gong Tingxuan, what are you doing?"
He stood still, his gaze darkening for a moment, then suddenly his hands undid the buttons of his suit and took it off, then pressed her down onto the bed.
"Gong Tingxuan, what are you doing!!"
She raised her hand and gave him a fierce slap.
After a crisp "slap," a bright red handprint was imprinted on his face.