His scent, which is so familiar, rushed over her. Su Ningyan still feels somewhat detached from reality.
Why did Zhuo Junyue come? How did Zhuo Junyue know she was here? Was Zhuo Junyue really here?
At this moment, he truly has the urge to get rid of Su Ningyan.
How could this little she-devil torment him so much? Is she trying to drive him mad?
He disregards her tears, this little she-devil, she doesn't behave well unless she's punished.
How dare she? How did she have the guts, to take those photos with some other man?
A fiery anger surged in Zhuo Junyue's heart, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The woman underneath him, whimpering in pain.
Su Ningyan felt like she was about to die, and couldn't help but clutch his arm, "Uncle... I am in so much pain..."
Her plea, soft as a whisper, halted Zhuo Junyue's movement.
How long had it been? It's been a long time since anyone called him uncle in such proximity.
