Liu Haihua awoke on the cold ground as dawn broke, her awakening brought on by the chill, with her own dirty sock stuffed in her mouth.
Liu Haihua spat it out, retched a few times in disgust, hurriedly threw on some clothes lying nearby, and silently surveyed everything in her home, smelling the scent of alcohol, her eyes gradually growing ice-cold.
What audacity, to dare sneak into her, Liu Haihua's, room, she thought, truly disregarding her.
Liu Haihua's eyes were bloodshot with fury, Niu Pizi, she would never forgive him, he dared, dared to defile her again.
Liu Haihua was filled with hatred.
Convinced it was Niu Pizi, Liu Haihua would never let him go; while it might be hard for her to deal with others, dealing with Niu Pizi was incredibly easy.
All she needed was to get Niu Pizi drunk; then, without Liu Haihua having to lift a finger, Niu Pizi would incriminate himself.
