"Smack—" Gu Yixuan's palm harshly struck across her face, and Mo Ran stumbled, falling onto the soft carpet.
She lay there, motionless, her shoulders shaking slightly, not knowing if she was crying.
The man looked down at her from above, his gaze as icy and bone-piercing as shards of ice.
"Mo Ran, I'm telling you, you're not worthy of bearing my child! I used to hold you high, but you never appreciated it. From now on, to me, you're just an object for venting! You want freedom, the luxury to live as you please, dream on! Even if I'm going to hell, I'm dragging you with me!"
"Gu Yixuan, you're not human, you're the Devil!" Mo Ran turned her head and coldly stared at him, her lips streaked with blood, her hair disheveled, looking like a female ghost.
The man let out a cold laugh, grabbed her wrist, lifted her up, and threw her on the bed.
