At this moment, Xu He felt as if her body was being forcibly torn apart, a sharp pain sweeping over her. But she couldn't move her limbs, and her mouth was gagged—she couldn't scream even if she wanted to.
Besides, she no longer had the strength to scream, and it was already too late to do so now.
She didn't know how long the torment lasted, but Luo Zhiming was finally satisfied and willing to let her go.
Luo Zhiming was also completely sober by this point. Realizing what he had done, he knelt in front of Xu He, "Hehua, forgive me, I didn't mean to. I just like you too much and couldn't control myself."
Xu He cried hysterically for a while, slapped Luo Zhiming several times, and said through gritted teeth, "Luo Zhiming, I will report you. I want you to spend the rest of your life in prison."
Xu He's crying in the empty guest house sounded especially frightening, even attracting the girl in the front room who came knocking on the door, asking Luo Zhiming what was the matter.
