Alexander Summers's thoughts were very simple: if he didn't straighten her out, she would probably cry to her mother every time.
His way of doing things has always been ruthless and brutal, as is his treatment of women.
Purple was pressed against the door, unable to escape or hide, forced to endure his scorching kiss, her heart filled with shock and anger.
Atra Blanc ran up the stairs and found the door locked. Anxious, she banged on the door, "Alexander, open the door! Why did you lock it? Don't bully your sister!"
Bullying?
Purple felt Atra's words were too subtle, this was more than bullying, she was almost disassembled by Alexander!
Alexander completely ignored the questioning from outside the door, his kiss was unhurried and increasingly delicate. His heavy, hot breath brushed over Purple's cheeks time and time again, as if it would scorch her skin.
