Jian Xubai was so angry that he burst into laughter instead as he said, “Divorce letter?”

Turning around all of a sudden, he pushed Song Yixiao, who had just stood up, staggeringly back to the couch. He bent over and stroked her cheek with one hand as he supported himself beside her with the other hand.

His finger pulps, which were thinly horned, lingered on Song Yixiao’s smooth and tender skin for a while and stopped themselves at the corner of her eyes in ...