Mo Shiche was slightly taken aback, never having expected this woman to be in such a state. He frowned, "Why are you crying? What grievance do you have?"
"Mind your own business!" Luo Qiangwei forcefully turned her face away, pushing and pounding on his chest with her hands, "Let go of me, get away from me, get out!"
The word "get out" clearly struck a nerve in the man, and Mo Shiche forcefully twisted her chin, leaning down to kiss her eyes, "Luo Qiangwei, try saying 'get out' again and see if I don't take you right now. Even if you spit on me, I won't let you go."
"Get away from me, don't touch me..." Luo Qiangwei struggled incessantly, her movements as if he were some disgusting virus she was vehemently resisting—
A touch of annoyance grew at the bottom of Mo Shiche's heart, and he suddenly grabbed her waist, pressing her down onto the bedsheets.
His lips, tinged with anger, followed suit and landed on her.
