In his eyes, there was only anger and hatred, not a shred of pity or reluctance.
Tears welled up in Mu Yin's eyes involuntarily...
Yes, he had always been cruel. His entanglement and violence that night were merely the result of his reluctance to accept the situation. In his heart, she was nothing more than a woman who had satisfied his carnal desires for one night. What did that really amount to?
Now that she had used him to take revenge on Tang Qingyue, how could he possibly tolerate it?
"So you know how to cry now?" The man eyed the tears at the bottom of her eyes, and the raging fire in his heart seemed to cool down all at once, his grip loosening significantly.
"Cough cough…" Mu Yin coughed violently, as air rushed in, feeling like her lungs were about to explode, with her throat burning painfully.
However, he did not let go of her; instead, he lifted her up violently and kicked open the door of the next private room. Then, he walked in and threw her onto the sofa inside.
