He kissed her crazily, with uncontrollable anger. She bit her lip and the fishy taste spread in her mouth.
"No, don't... um..." With his weight, the glass shards were digging deeper into her flesh, and the pain made her nerves twitch straight, as if they would break at any time.
But the man on the body didn't notice it at all. His eyes were already red, and the alcohol had completely anesthetized his thoughts.
"Beichen Xiao, I'm here to do that. I really can't do it." The girl begged bitterly.
"If it doesn't work down there, can it work here?" He pinched her chin and forced her to open her mouth. In Wen Tong's fearful pupils, he untied the belt around his waist with one hand, and the sound sounded like a bang.
It was a whip that struck Wen Tong's heart.
What is he going to do?
No, not there.
Wen Tong almost used all her strength to push him away. She was not a prostitute, and she was not a plaything that he could play with casually.
The pain from the wounds under her body and the physical humiliation finally made her cry uncontrollably.
Beichenxiao, don't be like this, don't make me hate you, I can't let myself become so dirty, please, please.
She burst into tears, and her little pear-shaped face was so pitiful that it made people feel heartbroken.
But Bei Chenxiao's reason had long since flown to the sky. Since she was the one who lit the fire, she was responsible for putting it out. He turned a blind eye to her pain and suffering.