Ye Sihan lifted his other hand and swept over the table.
The bowl fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.
Immediately after, Tang Yu's vision whirled, and she found herself pressed against the table—
"Ah!"
A shadow loomed over her, causing her to widen her eyes in fright.
Ye Sihan's face bore an intense danger as he stared at his prey beneath him, "Eating you will do."
Tang Yu's heartbeat raced, and she clenched her lips, enduring the subsequent storm-like ravishing…
The cellphone inside the bag on the living room couch rang.
That was Tang Yu's phone.
However, nobody paid any attention, and after ringing twice, it stopped.
Forty minutes later, Ye Sihan picked up the limp Tang Yu from the dining table and carried her to his room on the second floor.
After entering the bathroom, it wasn't long before Tang Yu's voice, laced with sobs, could be heard.
The next morning, every turn of her body caused Tang Yu to groan in pain.
Upon opening her eyes, she was alone.
