After saying that, Ye Che raised his hand, and with a 'rip—' the sound of silk tearing apart, Xia Weiyi's lace nightgown was rudely ripped to shreds.
The sudden turn of events terrified Xia Weiyi. Ye Che's physique was so robust, and because he had drunk some alcohol, he was slightly enraged. His entire body radiated a scorching heat, but Xia Weiyi's every pore was chilled with panic, standing on end.
"Ye Che, get away from me, don't touch me, get off!" she struggled beneath him.
"Don't touch you? Hmph, If I can't touch you, then who can? Xu Ziliang?" Ye Che's pupils constricted. The little thing looked so enticing with her tear-stained, frightened and angry expression; Ye Che felt an unprecedented desire, a longing to conquer her.
"Xia Weiyi, you should know, when I bought you home, it was for this very day, to sleep with you. Otherwise, do you really think I, Ye Che, have nothing better to do than to take you in?"
