Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 130 - 102:

Xie Wanqing quickly interrupted, "My marriage to Pei Yuqing was my own choice, not to get back at you or avoid you."

"Really?" Lu Ziyuan countered in a low voice, gripping her chin slightly harder, his voice husky as he asked, "Then why haven’t you consummated the marriage?"

Xie Wanqing was momentarily stunned by the question, just as she was about to speak, her lips were pressed by his fingertip, preventing her from talking.

"Don’t say anything yet, let me guess," he paused for a moment, then snorted, "Don’t tell me, it’s because he’s impotent."

Such a topic made Xie Wanqing uncomfortable, and she instinctively tried to turn her face away, but Lu Ziyuan wasn’t about to let her go, his hand on her chin remained unmoved.

He leaned down, eyes fixed on hers, their gazes locked.

Three days, they’d shared a bed for three whole days.

If she truly chose to marry him with her heart, and if their love was mutual, then within three days, who could resist touching their own wife?

Either she was unwilling, or that sickly man was ineffective, there couldn’t be a third possibility.

He previously thought it was the former, but now it seems it’s the latter.

She was willing!

No matter the reason, she was willing to be intimate with another man.

Lu Ziyuan’s expression darkened as he forced a smile, "Do you really like him so much?"

His smile was hideous, and Xie Wanqing was terrified, her hand instinctively grasping the cuff.

The jade hairpin hidden there gave her some courage.

If she didn’t clarify things, he might cling to her for a lifetime.

Thinking this, Xie Wanqing suppressed her panic and replied softly, "I like him, I really do."

Her voice trembled with nervousness, light and powerless, but this soft-spoken sentence was like a thunderclap to Lu Ziyuan.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, swallowed down forcefully, his bloodshot eyes stared at her like a cornered beast.

After a long time, he spoke in a low voice, "He’s impotent, and you still like him?"

Xie Wanqing was enraged inside, and replied heavily, "Yes, even if he’s ineffective, I like him, I just like him!"

"What do you like about him? His face?" Lu Ziyuan’s facial muscles twitched slightly, as he spoke again, leftover blood trickled down his lips, and his teeth were stained crimson.

His voice was suppressed, "How about I ruin it?"

"Lu Ziyuan!"

"Be good, call softly," Lu Ziyuan chuckled quietly, "So reluctant? If I ruin his face, would you still like him?"

"!!!" Xie Wanqing glared in anger, "Of course I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the next moment, the man with crimson eyes leaned down and kissed her rosy lips.

He had longed to do this, to cover up the traces left by another man.

They must have kissed so hard that her lips were swollen even now.

All the suppressed bitterness surged once again.

Her mind uncontrollably conjured images of her being kissed passionately in that sickly man’s embrace.

She was willing!

She willingly nestled in the arms of that sickly man!

Lu Ziyuan was furious!

He couldn’t bear to blame the girl in his arms, so he could only blame that old man who offered nothing but a good face.

Sickly man.

Such a useless person, even dared to captivate his Wanwan’s heart!

The sudden pain on his tongue halted him for a moment...

Then he continued to delve deeper without any restraint.

Xie Wanqing’s back was against the windowsill, her hands attempting to push him away were pinned above her head by his single hand, while his other hand still held her chin, forcing her legs to be subdued by his approaching body.

The whole person, except for her pried-open teeth, couldn’t struggle at all.

This could no longer be called a kiss.

This was a bite!

A one-sided bite.

The metallic taste in her mouth was his.

But the person before her seemed oblivious to the pain, kissing with focused passion.

Xie Wanqing’s tongue was numb from the kiss.

Finally, her knees went weak, unable to stand, she was held waist firm and kissed in his embrace, even her teeth were powerless.

After who knows how long, he finally was willing to let go, kissing away the moisture from her lips bit by bit, leaning his forehead against hers as he breathed heavily.

"Don’t let him kiss you again." His whole body was tense, aroused to the extreme, the forcibly contained desire seeped through his voice.

"I’ve thoroughly experienced what you felt then, truly unpleasant... but I never kissed another like this."

{But} you really did embrace another man.