Ignoring Meng Xian's struggle, Ling Ziliang frantically tore at his crimson gauze clothes.

There were desperate and painful sobs in the air, and Meng Xian's clothes were torn into rags, piece by piece, like a scarlet butterfly with broken wings, falling to the ground in the air.

Seeing more skin exposed to the air, Ling Ziliang still didn't stop. Meng Xian bit his lips and even drew blood as he struggled hard.

"What are you resisting? Playing hard to get? Don't you really want me to touch you, do you want me to have sex with you? You treat yourself as a woman, and I obey you as a woman!" Ling Ziliang gasped, and the anxiety in his heart was even more disturbing.

He was extremely upset.

He didn't want this, but in this situation, he was already forced into a desperate situation and he couldn't think of any other way to make Meng Xian choose to leave.

Listening to Ling Ziliang's hysterical words, Meng Xian's eyes filled with pain. He clenched his fingers and used his internal strength to push away the frantic Ling Ziliang who was pressing on him. Then, he slapped him in the face.

The crisp sound of slaps echoed throughout the room.

Too much anger and grievance was suppressed in my heart, and I stared at Ling Ziliang with painful eyes.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at his plain white hands. His face became even paler and his voice trembled, "No... I didn't mean to hit you..."

He stared blankly at his hands, and then at the five slap marks on Ling Ziliang's face. His face turned pale, and more pain surged out of his eyes.

"It doesn't matter! You fought well!" Ling Ziliang covered his slightly red and swollen cheeks, smiled evilly, looked at Meng Xian with ridicule and disdain, and said decisively, "Look, you can't have anything with a man.

Relationship, Meng Xian, you don’t love me and I don’t love you either, why can’t you let me go and let yourself go too!”

"No... Ziliang... I love you... I really love you... Ziliang, give me a little more time, I will definitely make you fall in love with me, Ziliang, you believe me..."

Meng Xian approached cautiously. Looking at the furious Ling Ziliang, he felt terrified and uneasy. He wanted to explain something but couldn't say a word.

In the end, he stood there blankly, with crimson-colored clothes in disheveled shape, and unnatural red marks on his neck, which was charming, confusing, and ambiguous.

That slap hit Ling Ziliang on the face, but it hurt him deep in his heart.

The pain that shattered all hope almost overwhelmed him. He knew that he and Ling Ziliang were finished, completely finished.

Clenching his lips, blood poured out. Meng Xian wanted to get closer, but he didn't have the courage...

Looking at Meng Xian like this, a cold and cruel smile flashed across Ling Ziliang's eyes. He came closer again, his slender arms tightly hugged Meng Xian's thin shoulders, and his words seemed to have thorns piercing into Meng Xian's eyes.

In his heart, he said accurately: "You have finished the beating and feel comfortable. Let's continue. Meng Xian, the final result you want is for me to love you, but I will never love you, nor will I love a man..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Xian's hand quickly slapped Ling Ziliang's face again.

The pain made Meng Xian's face pale and he could hardly breathe. Looking at Ling Ziliang's mocking and disdainful eyes and listening to his words stuck in his throat, he wished he could disappear from the world. Yes, he loved Ling Ziliang so much that he could even tolerate him.

He endured his insults, endured his repeated rejections, endured his ruthlessness and senselessness...
Chapter completed!