"Don't move! You know exactly what I want to do, so don't you dare disappoint me!"
Wen Mian naturally knew what Du Weizhe had in mind.
All he wanted was to have a sexual relation with her.
He wanted to force himself upon her and then turn their cooked rice into a done deal.
Once everything settled, no matter how much Wen Mian resisted, there would only be one ending for her—
And that was to marry Du Weizhe.
He planned to use the so-called purity and the non-existent child to tightly bind Wen Mian to him.
Unfortunately for him, Wen Mian refused to comply.
She harbored resentment and continued to struggle in her actions.
Until Pei Zhiyao appeared—
"Damn it, get lost!"
A roar reverberated as a brick followed, striking Du Weizhe on the head.
Instinctively, Du Weizhe gasped for air.
Rage surged up from the bottom of his heart.
The man glared with furrowed brows and eyes fixed on the assailant.
