Seeing that the woman finally calmed down, the man's lips curved slightly, "Do you enjoy degrading yourself so much, don't you?"
"None of your business!" Mu Qingxin didn't want his heated breath to disturb her mind, so she deliberately turned her head away, "If you really resent me and hate me, and truly want to see me living worse than death, then stop meddling, just let me self-destruct!"
This instantly shattered Jiang Yixiu's heart. He wished he could do it! But unfortunately, he couldn't; he couldn't bear to see her living like a ghost, neither human nor spirit.
He loathed, even despised this version of himself.
The emotions pent up inside seemed ready to explode at any moment. Not knowing how to vent, he could do nothing but frantically tear at the woman's thin clothing, one piece after another—
"Jiang Yixiu, you're crazy!" The woman cried and screamed, trying to stop him, but she was now weak and frail, unable to put up any resistance at all, "Stop it!"
