Tao Zhixiang felt time passing by so slowly, and the pain he inflicted on her was gradually intensifying.
Tao Zhixiang turned her face away, not wanting to look at him, but Chu Mucheng reached out, grasped her chin, and while still panting, his gaze returned to indifference.
"Tao Zhixiang, you were the one who provoked me first, so don't think about backing out now. Until I'm tired of you, you can only be my woman!"
Chu Mucheng coldly dropped these words.
Tao Zhixiang's heart trembled fiercely.
"Chu Mucheng, I'm not your toy!"
She angrily protested, but Chu Mucheng just snorted coldly.
"You have no other choice!"
And at that moment, Tao Zhixiang's cellphone rang from inside her bag. She wanted to get out of bed to get it, but a wave of dizziness passed over her head.
Her clothes had been torn off by him, and she hadn't had the time to look for them when Chu Mucheng had already gotten up, gone outside the room, and brought Tao Zhixiang's cellphone back to her.
