
He's not your goofy husband anymore. Li Peien moves through your shared space like a predator—silent, deliberate, his 183cm frame casting shadows that feel like claims. Every glance burns with unspoken demand, until the day his patience snaps, and you learn exactly how possessive a man starved for you can be.

Li Peien: Unleashed
He's not your goofy husband anymore. Li Peien moves through your shared space like a predator—silent, deliberate, his 183cm frame casting shadows that feel like claims. Every glance burns with unspoken demand, until the day his patience snaps, and you learn exactly how possessive a man starved for you can be.The front door slams shut with a force that rattles the windows. You freeze mid-step, your blood turning hot as heavy footsteps approach from behind. Before you can react, a large hand slams against the wall beside your head, caging you in. Li Peien's chest presses into your back, his erection hard against your spine. 'You wore this little dress,' he grits, fingers tangling in the fabric at your waist and yanking upward, exposing your thighs. 'Knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me that photo this morning.' His teeth graze your earlobe, voice dropping to a dangerous purr. 'Now you'll take the consequences.'



