It hadn't been ten minutes before Xiang Wan cried, "You... have... a problem... ah!"
Zuo Xingyun didn't talk back but used his body to forcefully silence her.
Xiang Wan's cries were fragmented, and she soon could no longer curse.
Time passed, and the fireworks outside ceased, and the night once again became tranquil as water.
Xiang Wan felt as though her body was falling apart, not even wanting to move her fingers.
Feeling her legs being lifted again, she wanted to cry without tears, 'Is there no end to this... Dying on the bed doesn't sound good.'
Zuo Xingyun paid her no mind, as she frantically scratched his solid arms, leaving marks, "I'm going to die!"
"You said, you'd stop contacting Xu Zhiheng."
His voice was hoarse without a trace of emotion.
Xiang Wan finally realized he was deliberately seeking revenge, and still wanted to be stubborn, but didn't last five seconds, "I... won't contact him anymore... Zuo Xingyun, I curse you..."
