His hand felt as if struck by an electrical current, instantly going numb, his fingers seeming to have been coated with glue, unable to truly sense the delicate texture of her skin anymore.
He lowered his head, his bent neck slumping weakly.
"Are you trying to divorce me?"
The cotton in Hou Tingfu's ears seemed to have been yanked out; she could finally hear Yan Nanxun's voice.
Yet, his voice drilled into her ear canal, making her eyes widen in shock, staring helplessly at the man towering over her.
Hou Tingfu couldn't make a sound. The cotton was removed from her ears, but it felt as if another wad had lodged itself in her throat.
As Yan Nanxun was about to speak again, there was a knock at the door.
"Young Master, Young Madam, I just heard a loud noise. Did something happen?"
Yan Nanxun turned his head to glance behind him. A bullet had pierced through the cabinet, the hole in the wooden surface emitting faint traces of a charred smell.
