Poor Yan Xixi was petrified by this sudden attack.
In the past, she had always succumbed to Wan Donglin. Whether she wished to or not, if you ate someone's food, you had to let them have their way. In her mind, it had always been just a transaction; both parties agreed, so there was no room for pretense.
Therefore, regardless of the situation or her mood—even when he occasionally acted crazy, like a wild animal—she had never refused him.
But the problem was, they had broken up, right?
They had split up a long time ago.
When a woman has nothing else of value, she tends to view her own body as something precious—this was the bottom line she had always adhered to, although many considered it vulgar.
She had vowed never to let him touch her again.
The break with Wan Donglin was supposed to have been a clean break.
