Once upon a time they had sweet contact on this sofa. But now, all the sweetness was gone, only hatred. She hated him, and he also hated her.
Tong Wenya did not struggle anymore. Indeed, she did not have the strength to struggle anymore.
She only looked at him coldly and curled her lips in ridicule. "What's wrong? You want to force it again?"
"What do you think?" Chunyu Chen narrowed his eyes and stared at her like a wolf.
"Whatever. All you can get is a dead body without any reaction."
"Even if it's a corpse, I want it." After saying that, Chunyu Chen ripped off Tong Wenya's cotton-padded jacket.
Soon, there was no longer any fabric on her body.
The room was very cold. She couldn't help but shiver.
"Scared?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I'm used to it. No matter how powerful you are, you are nothing more than that."