Without hearing the woman's response, the man intensified his grip even more.
His tone grew darker, "Who's the man that wants you!"
"Husband~"
"Name!"
"Lu Hualiang... wuu wuu"
In the end, Xia Weibao was tormented to tears.
Crying and begging for mercy.
Her response, far from stopping him, was like flipping the switch of a raging beast, only heightening the man's desire to plunder.
He pressed his lips to hers, "Remember, your man is me, Lu Hualiang!"
"Mmm mmm mmm..."
When the storm had passed and the man had vented his fury like someone possessed, his dark and piercing eyes slowly cleared.
With his body and mind relaxed, he stood somewhat dazed, the sound of the woman's low sobbing reaching his ears.
Looking down, he saw Xia Weibao cowering under the table, hugging her shoulders, weeping with the prettiness of pear blossom bathed in rain.
Several parts of her clothing were ripped, and the corner of her mouth was bitten, with trickles of blood already congealed.
