All the way, she felt discontent. Whenever she thought of Han Wenxuan forcing himself onto her, her heart filled with rage. She wished she could go back and slap him a few more times!
In her anger, Mu Xiangwan hadn't realized that she had been forcedly kissed more than once or twice.
Su Chaoyang had done it earlier, and even more outrageously. For example, every time he forced a kiss on her, his rough palms, full of callouses, would wander about on her body.
Afterward, she was angry, but she didn't feel disgusted, she didn't feel like wanting to rinse her mouth all the time!
...
As soon as she reached the hospital, her phone rang. Mu Xiangwan awkwardly withdrew her phone with her left hand, "Hello."
"Are you at the hospital yet?" Su Chaoyang was waiting for her to have dinner, so he called again to hasten her.
