"..."
Huantong didn't speak, but couldn't help but smile. Mo Beiyan withdrew his hand and rested it behind his head. He suddenly spoke, "Mo Hantong, let me find that man for you."
"Who?"
"The man who raped you four years ago."
Huantong's pupils contracted, an intense hatred poured out.
She didn't speak, but her whole body already began to tremble.
Mo Beiyan sensed her reaction. To say he wasn't upset would be a lie. He felt very uncomfortable. He reached out and grabbed Huantong's hand, "Do you hate him?"
"Yes." The answer was decisive.
"Alright then," Mo Beiyan lifted one leg, at that time he could still muster a slight smile, "I'll find him for you, and kill him!"
"Mo Beiyan, you don't..."
"Don't ask if I mind. Of course I mind," Mo Beiyan turned his body, biting her earlobe, "That's why I will definitely kill him. After he's dead, forget about him. You will no longer have this part of your past. You are not allowed to think about it, or feel sad, understand?"
