The man roughly seized her hands, pinning them firmly against the wall, and forcefully bit her lips, prying open her mouth with a fluidity that mirrored the past.
But Rong Shengsheng's mindset had long since changed.
She didn't resist; she simply hung her head quietly and said, "I hate you."
She didn't know where she had found the courage to utter those words.
She was just a lowly person from the bottom of society. Even if she hated, what could she do?
To Li Hanxian, it simply didn't matter.
Upon hearing this, Li Hanxian stopped, taken aback, and inexplicably felt a wave of sadness flowing through his heart, causing a faint pain in his chest.
He drew a sharp breath, reluctantly let go, glanced at Lan Xiyu on the sofa, and without another word, carried the drunken Lan Xiyu away.
Rong Shengsheng snapped out of it and hurriedly ran after him, "Li Hanxian, what are you doing? Put Young Master Lan down!!"
