She was actually angry at herself for being so spineless, almost about to close her eyes and let him violate her.
"..." Si Chen's handsome face turned cold, and he let out a "tch" of laughter, "You're thinking too much, I'm not interested in you."
Not interested yet you're leaning so damn close?
Chi Ying was both angry and enraged, but seeing his cold and heartless demeanor, her heart couldn't help but ache dully, a sweet, bloody taste spreading between her teeth and lips.
She feared that if she stayed with him any longer, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from crying.
She simply "bang" slammed the door and left.
Outside the living room, Mu Yin was tightly imprisoned in the arms of some shameless bastard, despite her struggles; a wheelchair was being turned into a stunt performance.
"Bo Fengheng, let go of me!" Mu Yin roared, throwing a punch at his face.
