"Xiao Moli, you bastard."
"I'm a bastard? An Ziqi, do you even have feelings? I can give you anything you want, why do you still have to be with Simon?"
Xiao Moli gritted his teeth, his forehead veins bulging.
"What I want, you can never give me."
She had already told him what she wanted, and if he couldn't provide it, why did he promise her?
His response was a more frenzied biting.
An Ziqi struggled desperately, but her strength was no match for him, and in the process, the room's light switch was flicked on.
Xiao Moli's eyes were bloodshot, and with a fierce expression, one hand held hers against the room door while the other ripped her clothes to shreds.
Biting down hard on her lips, his tongue opening her teeth and sweeping through her mouth, in a maddening fashion as though he wanted to devour her whole.
A teardrop of salty tears slid into his mouth, and Xiao Moli stiffened up. Looking up, he only saw An Ziqi's face streaked with tears.
