Before she could finish speaking, she was already scooped up by the man and thrown heavily onto the bed.
Even though the Simmons was soft, a harsh throw like this was still uncomfortable. She tried to get up, feeling dizzy, only to be pinned down by the man who descended upon her.
Her hands were tied to the headboard with the man's necktie, which he had torn off.
Mo Shiche effortlessly stripped off her long dress and maliciously bit into her sensitive flesh, "From now on, don't say you like him in front of me. Since you want me to be with you, just say you like me, hmm?"
Luo Qiangwei, in pain, wanted to curl up, but she couldn't. Shaking her head, upon hearing his words, tears began to fall down, "I don't like you... I want Mo Shiche..."
It seemed she could only repeat these few sentences, none without the mention of Mo Shiche.
Telling her not to say she likes Mo Shiche, she could still cry while drunk.
And the more she cried, the louder she got, as if she was deeply wronged.
