After more than a year, this woman had finally returned to his embrace.
Su Luo felt his scorching fingers trailing on her neck and closed her eyes in humiliation.
Every inch of her body was tense, and although she couldn't speak, the popping veins on her neck and back of her hands were expressing her resistance and anger.
Damn it!
Her recent days had been too pleasant. She had been well protected by Jiang Shu.
Moreover, in her confrontations with Wei Jin, he had repeatedly backed down, so much so that she had forgotten how cunning this man could be.
To achieve his goals, he was always unscrupulous.
What to do, what should she do now?
She didn't want to open her eyes, because as soon as she saw Wei Jin's face so close, she would rather die than endure it.
The memories of humiliation and pain from her previous life flooded over her, causing her head to explode.
But the worst part was, she was currently restrained, with no way of taking him down with her.
