Gu Yanting tightened his grip on Zhuo Ya's shoulders, his voice a fierce growl at her.
Zhuo Ya's shoulders hurt from the grip.
Her eyes reddened, she stared fixedly at Gu Yanting's stunning and unrestrained face, furious beyond words.
But in the end, Zhuo Ya didn't have even the slightest bit of strength left.
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out, and she fainted away.
She had wanted to say.
Gu Yanting, I hate you.
I hate you to death.
In this lifetime, the person I've hated the most is probably Gu Yanting.
"Zhuo Ya."
Upon seeing Zhuo Ya faint, Gu Yanting let out a roar like that of a wild beast.
He wouldn't allow anything to happen to Zhuo Ya.
He draped a piece of clothing over Zhuo Ya and rushed out of the room.
And just as Song Zhe, controlled by the bodyguards, happened to see Gu Yanting, disheveled and carrying Zhuo Ya out.
Zhuo Ya, covered by the clothing, her exposed legs full of marks from their lovemaking.
