Jiang Tingxu was startled. When she came back to her senses, she had pushed his chest away. She wanted to get up, but she forgot that his hands were still grabbing her waist.
"Let go." It was almost a whimper.
Mo Boyuan detected that something was wrong and immediately let go. "What's wrong?" he asked.
He never got a response. He could see that Jiang Tingxu was panicking, her body trembling as she staggered into the bedroom.
Bang!
She had closed the door from the inside.
Mo Boyuan had got to his feet to go after her, but he was still too late. He had been shut outside of the door.
He had wanted to knock, but he held himself back. He was pacing back and forth at the door. He couldn't figure it out—it was just a kiss. Why was his wife's reaction so drastic?
