He gripped her chin, repeatedly savoring her lips.
She tried to grab his large hand locking her chin, her heart seemingly plunged into an ice cave, her chin throbbing with pain.
The more she struggled, the more unwilling he was to let go of her chin.
Almost suffocating, she refused to yield and kept struggling: "Let me go, let me go! You bastard, let me go, ah!"
Blinded by rage, he suddenly lifted her into his arms.
Taking a few quick steps, he aggressively cleared the table with a sweep of his hand and carelessly threw her onto it.
Before she could scream, his body was already covering hers.
His large hand didn't waste any time, quickly grabbing her collar and tearing it open. The robe she had just worn for the first time was ripped apart by his brute force.
Zila!
Accompanied by the piercing sound of ripping cloth, the robe hung in tatters on her body, revealing the white binding cloth underneath.
"Damn it!"
