She glared furiously at the man in front of her, "Who allowed you to disregard my feelings?"
Mo Chen grasped her slender waist, flipped her beneath him, and his other hand seized her jaw, "You're just a heartless little bastard! Get out! If you're not back within five days, I'll go flatten your stepfather's house! Don't believe me? Just try it!"
Having said that, he roughly released her jaw, angrily rose, and left the bed.
The man casually picked up a black robe lying nearby, put it on, and walked over to the terrace, also taking a cigarette box and lighter with him.
Mo Chen's tall figure stood on the terrace, agitatedly lighting a cigarette between his lips, the smoke swirling around and blurring his angry, handsome face.
He was holding back the boiling rage inside him.
The minty scent of tobacco spread in the air.
At this moment, he seemed to be submerged in darkness, slipping slowly into madness and losing control.
