Even though she had fought with him before, he had never laid a hand on her. Zhuang Chujiao felt both wronged and furious, hating Jiang Yutai's hypocrisy. He always said he loved her, but what he loved was nothing more than her clean body.
"Ah, Jiang Yutai, you bastard, get out!" she yelled, flailing at him.
Jiang Yutai had no patience to coax her and slapped her again, with even more force. The pain made Zhuang Chujiao's heart choke, and she tasted blood in her mouth.
She glared angrily at Jiang Yutai, meeting his bloodshot furious eyes.
No man likes to be glared at by a woman. Jiang Yutai, infuriated, slapped her face once more. It was as if he'd developed a taste for it. Initially, Zhuang Chujiao could resist, but eventually, she fainted, and no one nearby tried to stop it.
Jiang Yutai didn't care if she was conscious, only wanting to vent his anger and desire.
