The man appeared to have gotten serious, holding her down and going mad while Luo Qiangwei, enraged, struggled wildly hitting and biting him. "Get off me, you bastard. Give me back my ring, what right do you have to take my wedding ring? It was Mo Shiche who gave it to me... Ah."
The name Mo Shiche completely snapped the rational and calm string in the man's mind, and without any warning, he went straight to the point, thoroughly seizing her on this patch of grass.
Luo Qiangwei's body suddenly tensed up, and tears gushed from her eyes.
Her struggles stopped completely, and the hand that had been grasping his shoulder heavily fell onto the lawn, as if all life had drained from it in an instant.
The rain was falling heavily, and the man, propped up above her, shielded her from all the rainfall, but despite this, the chill of the muddy ground could not be avoided, and her entire body couldn't stop shivering.
