Xia Xiaonuan gently closed her eyes: "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
Nangong Yaoling's body stiffened instantly, teeth grinding in anger: "Xia Xiaonuan, what kind of attitude is this!?"
Xia Xiaonuan glared at him: "Nangong Yaoling, what do you really want!?"
Staring at the stubborn tears in Xia Xiaonuan's eyes, Nangong Yaoling suddenly grabbed the back of her head and kissed her forcefully.
That kiss contained no affection or desire, only hatred and venting.
His large hand tore at her clothes, his whole body exuding intense hatred. The cold hand swept like lightning across her body, forcefully igniting every nerve.
Xia Xiaonuan struggled in pain, but the more she resisted, the rougher and more savage Nangong Yaoling's actions became, like a jaguar viciously attacking its prey.
