"You bastard!"
"Xu Wendong, let go of my wife!"
Zhen Jing burst into tears, his eyes flickering with repressed pain and anguish.
The other disciples of the Guanghan Sect clenched their fists in anger, their faces full of fury, and if looks could kill, Xu Wendong would have been stabbed a thousand times over.
After all, Song Ziwei was an untouchable goddess in their hearts.
But now.
To see her held in Xu Wendong's arms and brazenly kissed was something they could not accept.
Song Ziwei kept her lips tightly shut, trying to fend off Xu Wendong's advances, giving off an air of a virtuous, chaste woman.
But Xu Wendong would not be deterred!
His right hand trailed down to her sexy, rounded buttocks, firmly squeezing, and the sudden surge of pain caused Song Ziwei to let out a delightful moan.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, like a spirit snake, stirring and sucking wantonly.
A strong feeling of shame rose within Song Ziwei's heart.
