Xue Mengyu shook her head in despair, her pale face streaked with tears.
Zhao Qiqiang became even more excited at the sight, yanking violently: "Rip!"
Xue Mengyu's dress was torn open, revealing her white, delicate shoulders, and even her tender, rounded chest.
Zhao Qiqiang's eyes gleamed like a beast that had smelled blood.
One large hand pressed down Xue Mengyu's hand, preventing her from resisting, while he stared at the goddess he had been obsessed with for so long, spouting filthy words, "Weren't you quite flirty yesterday? Now you're pretending to cry in front of me, who are you acting for?"
"Is it that bitches like you are only fit to be fucked by dogs like Chen Dashan?"
Zhao Qiqiang's voice was like thunder.
Xue Mengyu hung her head, not daring to anger the raging Zhao Qiqiang any further.
"Bang!"
With a loud boom, the wooden door of the private room was kicked open, and Chen Dashan stood frowning at the entrance.
"Sir!"
"Sir, you can't go in!"
