Zhao Han woke up and immediately found the soft lighting in the room somewhat blinding.
She suddenly remembered something, and her entire world collapsed.
Tears streamed down uncontrollably, a deluge of endless humiliation.
Adrenaline surged through her, filling her with rage.
She wanted to scream, but her voice was hoarse.
Trying to roll over, she found her body aching unbearably, unable to get up at all.
The window revealed a torrential downpour outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning. She felt exceptionally pained and helpless, having never suffered such insult and torment!
She would never forgive Liu Zhizhong, that villain!
It took her a tremendous effort to finally turn over, as if her bones were falling apart.
Her breasts hurt from excessive jostling.
Her waist felt as though it was about to break, so forcefully had it been pounded.
Her buttocks were swollen, no need to elaborate...
Even her lips were sore from being kissed so fiercely.