Everything could be forgiven, but the unforgivable was the slander that the child she carried was not hers.
Although not many knew now, what if it got out in the future? How could her child hold their head high?
Bo Fengheng was pushed backwards, ending up sprawled on the carpet, his hands frozen in mid-air.
Mu Yin tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, not even glancing at him as she walked straight to the dressing room.
The previously empty walls were now filled with his clothing.
Mu Yin took one look, grabbed a few of her own clothes to change into, and started packing them into her suitcase.
Unexpectedly, the man embraced her from behind.
He pinned her against the wall, like a savage, pressing down on her while he hungrily sealed her lips with his.
It was more wild than any time before…
"Don't…" Mu Yin struggled furiously.
But he held her head with both hands, and she couldn't move.
