"Oh? Then what do you mean?" Mo Nanjue pushed her forcefully against the wall beside them, his entire body pressing upon her, "Do you feel sorry for her? When you were in bed with me, making love and kissing passionately, did you also feel sorry for her?!"
What the hell does this woman take him for?!
Why must she forcefully shoulder the feelings of others upon herself?!
His words were precise and blunt. The men in black standing by pretended not to hear and turned their heads away, and even though they despised Tong Ran, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of heartache listening to her sobbing.
It was evident how heartbroken her crying made her seem.
Back suddenly against the cold wall, Tong Ran nearly screamed out, "Mo Nanjue! Let me go!"
"What, are you afraid she'll suddenly wake up and see?" The man didn't let go, instead, he leaned in close to her face, "Afraid she'll see me pressing down on you?"
"Mo Nanjue, you—"
