"Since you know it's painful, why did you still inject her?" Mo Nanjue sneered coldly, his expression stern, "Why, didn't you keep saying you love her? Is this what you call love?"
Luo Xiao looked up and met his eyes, "It's because you forced me."
"Cut the crap!" Mo Nanjue suddenly lifted his foot, pressed it down heavily on Luo Xiao's shoulder, and stomped him to the ground again, "Pretending to be a saint after being a bitch? Are you still a man? If you have guts, come at me. What does it count as to be cruel to a woman?!"
The man used all his strength, the tension evident on his handsome face, as the rage emerged. Luo Xiao's shoulder was being pressed to the ground, his scapula making a cracking sound, almost about to shatter.
Enduring the pain, Luo Xiao lifted his head and looked at him, "Mo Nanjue, if you're willing to gamble, you can choose to beat me to death. I promise I won't fight back, you can hit me however you want."
