Yuan Yumeng immediately wanted to get up, but she couldn't muster any strength. Her whole body felt limp and weak; she thought it must be related to the vomiting just now—
At this moment, the man grabbed her hand that was constantly flailing, his face icy cold, "Stop messing around, just lie down obediently."
"Huo Junting, you're going back on your word. You said you wouldn't touch me!" Yuan Yumeng really hated that she had no strength right now.
If it were before, she would never have appeared so weak—
"Ha." The man suddenly sneered, "Yuan Yumeng, look at yourself now, more like a ghost than a person. Even if you stood naked in front of me, I wouldn't have any stirring in my heart."
"Even if you hadn't become like this and were as you were before, I still wouldn't have the appetite. So stop flattering yourself; you don't have that kind of capital!"
