He stripped off all his clothes, and Song Weiyi forcibly averted her gaze, cursing Sheng Zhenguo in her heart as an old lecher, a madman.
The empty, quiet room filled Song Weiyi with despair. If only she could move at this moment, she wouldn't be in such a predicament, at the mercy of others. If something were to happen today, how could she face Pei Yibai?
"What's the matter? Looking at me, thinking of your husband?" Sheng Zhenguo sneered coldly and reached out to grab Song Weiyi's chin, a crazed look in his eyes that Song Weiyi had never seen before.
"Let go of me, get your dirty hands off."
"Dirty hands? You should consider yourself lucky that someone like me would fancy a wilted flower like you."
To hell with luck, "Sheng Zhenguo, you had better pray you don't fall into my hands, otherwise I will make you pay a thousandfold, make you wish for death without finding it."
Song Weiyi was livid, screaming wildly at Sheng without choosing her words.
