He moved toward Zhang Cuihua with malicious intent, preparing to satisfy his desires in the most brutal manner.
Zhang Cuihua backed onto the bed, feeling a wave of fear rise from the depths of her heart, her eyes revealing helplessness and pleading.
She opened her mouth to call for help, but no sound came from her throat. She knew that at this moment, she needed the help of others, someone to save her.
Zhang Cuihua's eyes widened, tears and anger intertwining across her face.
Zhang Baishun kept cursing under his breath. He bellowed at Zhang Cuihua with a face full of rage, "You whore, how dare you resist me! Who do you think you are? I am your father-in-law, you must obey me!"
The anger and repression in Zhang Cuihua's heart finally burst forth, she pulled out scissors from under the pillow and gripped them tightly in her hand.
At this moment, her eyes sparkled with a resolute light.
