Ye Shengge knew that he wasn't kidding, and her face paled.
"Ji Shiting, no." She put her hands on his chest and shook her head. "We're divorced. You can't… Ah!"
Before she could finish, Ji Shiting had thrown her onto the bed. She tried to get up, but the man grabbed her calf and pressed her down.
Ye Shengge panted and tried to struggle, but he grabbed her wrists again.
Ji Shiting saw how panicked she was, and he couldn't help thinking about how gentle and obedient she had been the night before she left.
The man said, "It's been more than three months. Don't you want it or… do you want someone else to satisfy you?"
Ye Shengge shook her head and said, "No… Let me go, Ji Shiting. This isn't right…"
