An Xiaowan bit her rosy lips and chuckled lightly while shaking her head. "Why would I be interested in other men when I have Young Master Huo?"
"Is that so?"
As he looked into her dreamy eyes, Huo Shen pursed his lips coldly.
She only said those words to appease him. Naturally, he did not believe her.
Huo Shen knew better than anyone that An Xiaowan was not a forthright person at heart. She was the sort of woman that every man desired to possess, the moment they lay eyes on her. Being a mistress was most befitting of her.
He turned her over, his eyes looking deeply at the scar on her waist.
And then, his monstrous rage transformed into ravenous domination of her body.
There was no mercy in his actions.
…..
At night, the villa was cold and desolate.
An Xiaowan woke up and stared at the icy cold bed frame. She calmly covered her body with a sleeping robe and sat up.
She was alone in the room.
