Mo Shu's heart felt a dull ache.
She looked at the man in front of her with disbelief.
It was as if he didn't care about her feelings at all, actually starting to passionately kiss the woman beside him.
Mo Shu felt like she was going insane.
Her heart felt as if it were being executed by slow slicing, each beat spilling blood.
He pinned the beautiful woman beneath him, holding her in his arms as if she were a precious treasure, then he looked up at Mo Shu with a mocking gaze, smiled, and said, "Mo Shu, this is what you wanted, isn't it?"
Mo Shu's heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by a hand, almost bursting.
She wanted to speak, she wanted to open her mouth, to tell him, no, she had never wished for this!
Not like this!
But Mo Shu couldn't make any sound, while the scene before her grew more and more distant. It was as if someone was choking her and dragging her back forcibly, a suffocating dull pain almost drove Mo Shu to collapse.
