Chapter 3: I’m Getting Married (3)
Ling Momo instinctively raised her head. Inside the room, it was pitch black; she couldn't see the person's face in front of her at all, only feeling the smooth and firm skin beneath her fingers.
Ling Momo curved her lips into a smile, reached out, and embraced the man, kissing him.
However, before her lips could touch him, the man pushed her away. Fortunately, Ling Momo reacted quickly, her fingers grabbing the man's shoulder, or she would have fallen humiliatingly.
While Ling Momo was still in shock, the man extended his hand again, unceremoniously grabbing her long hair and dragging her towards the bathroom door.
There was not a hint of tenderness, as if discarding some annoying trash.
Ling Momo, in pain, frowned and struggled, but the man's grip on her hair only grew stronger. Ling Momo raised her hand, grabbed his, obliterating any thoughts of rules—her survival instincts exploded instantly.
She lifted her foot, reached out, slipped off her high heel, and without thinking threw it gracefully at the man in front of her.