But the more she resisted, the more Song Sinian wanted to tease her.
The results of this teasing made the situation spiral out of control.
Lu Zhaozhao simply couldn't withstand the clever Song Sinian; he was eager to employ every trick in the book on her.
Her ankles were held by him, raised high, marked with red imprints of his fingers.
Unable to endure, she scratched Song Sinian a few times, but it was futile and only spurred him on more.
As a result, what should have been breakfast turned into lunch…
The midday sun was bright.
Yet Xiao Mo, confined in an old building, couldn't feel any warmth.
These past few days, though that woman hadn't come to visit him, the bruises from his beating hadn't healed much.
And his food had been scant as well.
The person guarding him showed no signs of releasing him anytime soon.
"Clang, clang, clang…"
A raucous noise broke the silence in the decrepit building, suggesting someone had approached.
