Looking at such a pitifully beautiful woman like Zhang Ying, how could a man possibly resist such temptation?
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Zhang Ying, full of despair, yearned for death. The rage in her heart seemed to want to burn everything. She had never been this angry before. She had already laid down her dignity. Why did it still have to be like this, why?
Struggling to stay alive, she let them trample over her, all because she wanted to maintain what she had barely attained. Yet today's events filled her with hopelessness. When would these days come to an end? Did she still have hope?
Who knew how long these people had tormented Zhang Ying throughout the night? When she awakened once again, it was already the next morning. Not a soul was beside her, and she was naked on the large bed.
The bed was a mess and in disarray. The lingering scent of masculine hormones was everywhere, along with stains of blood on the bed.
