Ding Fu shrieked in pain. She felt as if her scalp was being pulled apart from her head.
Ding Fu wailed, "Pengcheng, what's gotten into you? Pengcheng, it hurts… let go…"
The two of them barely interacted with each other these days. She had never lashed out against Yue Pengcheng. Instead, she treated him just like before. She bottled up all her feelings inside, not letting them show on her face.
On the contrary, Yue Pengcheng grew more and more impatient with Ding Fu each day. His disgust toward her could no longer be hidden— it was evident in his eyes.
Yue Pengcheng found satisfaction in Ding Fu's cries of pain. When overcome with rage, one's heart would often become twisted and find joy through such vile methods.
The more she screamed, the more he enjoyed it. He could not help it— he slapped her hard across her face.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep. All you do is sleep all day long! I can't believe I spent so much money on a f*cking trash like you…"
