Chapter 93 This is My Home, Where Else Would I Go?

• “Feeling bad now? And why didn’t you feel bad when you were ruining me? You animal, you heartless idiot!” She threw another sandwich at him. He escaped into the living room, but she wasn’t letting him off and ran after him with a fork in hand.
• He took the chance to grab the hand that was holding a fork tightly as his other arm pulled her into his embrace.
• “Let go!” She struggled and her calf hit the side of the long sofa in the living room. She lost her balance and fell onto the sofa.