"Change your words!" Ye Bingning roared, "I've said, I'm not your wife!"
"Ah this…"
Qin Shou was in a difficult position.
At this moment, Ye Haoming entered the boudoir, glanced coldly at Ye Bingning, and then whispered something in Qin Shou's ear.
In an instant, Qin Shou's expression became quite interesting.
As if he was no longer afraid of Ye Bingning killing herself, he sneered, "Bing Ning beauty, calm down, if you die, who will avenge your parents?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Bingning's charming face suddenly became extremely pale, but her right hand holding the sharp knife still did not let go.
Seeing this, Qin Shou was secretly pleased.
Ye Bingning perfectly matched all his fantasies about women.
With voluptuous curves, her exquisite face seemed carved by nature, her silky hair was styled into a bun atop her head, and her delicate figure was accentuated by a tight red cheongsam.
Moreover, she's a virtuous and fierce woman!
