He exerted great force, almost tearing open half of her hospital gown collar. Tong Ran quickly covered her chest, "Mo Nanjue!"
"Let go of me!" The man's eyes were cold and fierce. "I insist on having you today, whether you want to or not!"
"You—"
She clutched her chest tightly, displaying surprising strength. Mo Nanjue saw he couldn't tear it apart and simply lowered his head. Through the thin fabric, he bit at the softness on her chest, "Ah—"
The pain brought tears to her eyes, "Mo Nanjue!"
He didn't know what was wrong with him today, but he was just extremely angry. Tong Ran reached out to push his head away, and the man leaned down to lift one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder. "Today, I must have you!"
"Let go of me!"
He held her leg up with one hand and pulled her other leg apart. She had just had a miscarriage and couldn't endure such torment. Tong Ran bit her lower lip, unable to break free from his grip, "Let go! Mo Nanjue, you pervert!"
