Luo Shan had countless beautiful nights with Cui Jianqing.
She was an adult woman and knew the pleasures involved, deeply indulgent in them.
But now she no longer loved him.
His touch repulsed her immensely.
"Get off!"
"Cui Jianqing!"
She roared, hitting and punching, but no matter her resistance, how could she match the strength of a grown man?
She was pinned down tightly.
Her lips were bitten painfully.
"Don't!"
She scrambled and finally grabbed the hairpin from her head, then stabbed it into his neck.
Blood immediately began to flow.
"Ah!"
Cui Jianqing, holding his bleeding neck, screamed and stopped his assault.
Luo Shan took the chance to push him away, jumped out of the carriage, and ran back to Luo Mansion.
Blood was still on her hands, she washed for a long time, but still felt the smell of blood.
She even had a nightmare in the middle of the night.
In the dream, the hairpin transformed into a dagger, which she plunged into Cui Jianqing's heart.
