It was unclear and everything was hazy.
However, Bo Jing was determined to take off her wedding dress and bring it down to her waist.
He kissed her neck, her collarbones, and all the best things in her life.
That was until he touched her lips and tasted the saltiness.
His entire body froze.
His tall and slender body was pressed against her body, motionless. Listening to her sobs, she was like a pitiful little beast in the dark.
He suddenly let go of her hand, got up from her body, and sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his sore and swollen temples from drinking too much.
Was he conscious?
He was too clear-headed.
He had drunk so much just to be naughty once and completely occupy her. He wanted to use their wedding night to do everything.
He didn't give up when she was struggling.
When she said no, he did not give up.
Now that she was crying, he only felt that he was a f * cking bastard.
She had said that she didn't like him.
