Tears once again surged in Mu Yin's eyes, rendering all her struggles futile, leaving only her angry sobbing, "I am not Tang Qingyue, nor am I your fiancée. Get out, let me go, you bastard... I beseech you..."
Bo Fengheng merely thought she was acting petulantly, and slightly tugged at his thin lips. Leaning in close to her ear, his low, hoarse voice pronounced like the Devil himself, "No chance, no matter who you are, you can only be mine."
Afterward, he slowly continued his actions, giving her no chance to escape.
"Don't..." Mu Yin felt like she was dying, overwhelmed by an unprecedented strangeness and boundless agony.
Yet, her hands were effortlessly controlled by his single hand, pinning her entire body beneath him.
