Pale skin already bore the imprint of a ring of red finger marks.
Pei Heyan, without the slightest pity, lifted her chin to force Wen Tang to look into his eyes, and asked sternly, "Wen Tang, what exactly is your relationship with him?"
Wen Tang's deep black eyes stared back at him. "You're jealous."
Pei Heyan cornered her into a tight spot, immobilizing her.
Then, he bent down and met Wen Tang's lips.
"Mmm—"
Wen Tang winced, her brows twisted in pain as the taste of blood spread in her mouth.
She pushed back. "Pei Heyan, listen to my explanation."
"I... Mmm..." Before she could finish, Pei Heyan sealed her lips again.
Noticing Wen Tang's hands were getting restless and her body twisting,
Pei Heyan's grip tightened.
'Zzzrt—'
The harsh sound filled the air.
Fabric tore to shreds.
"Pei Heyan." Wen Tang had yet to react when the man pushed her down onto the large bed and pressed on top of her.
The disparity in strength between men and women was already significant.
