Ye Xi's screams startled a flock of birds in the mountains.
But she was dragged back by Zhao Peng and pressed onto the ground.
Ye Xi's white shirt was covered in mud and water, the forest still damp from yesterday's rain.
Zhao Peng, seeing that no amount of coaxing would work, decided to use force.
Ye Xi had never experienced such despair in her life.
The difference in strength between her and Zhao Peng was vast; all her efforts were no match for his one arm. She was thrown onto the grass, her wrist aching as if it was about to break and lose sensation.
Ye Xi clutched the neckline of her shirt, watching Zhao Peng wheeze and leer at her with a lustful grin.
In the midst of her screams, Ye Xi begged Zhao Peng to let her go.
But Zhao Peng's eyes had already turned red with lust. He knew that once he let Ye Xi go, he would never be able to marry her.
Ye Xi didn't think highly of him, he was aware of that.
