Afterwards, he contentedly put an arm around her shoulder: "Don't be mad. It's been 72 hours, taking the pill won't help anymore. Besides, taking too much of that isn't good."
"You rapist, you bastard, you scum, get out of here!" Zhao Ziyin kicked him down. Just now, she was completely pinned under him on the sofa, both of her wrists were firmly held by his hands, pressed above her head. He pressed down on her, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape, only subjected to his repeated abuse.
"Cursing at me won't help. Anyway, from now on, only I can sleep with you! If any other man dares to touch you, I'll ruin him!" Mo Siyu, satisfied and drunk, put on a sleazy, grinning face like a husky, hugging her tightly.
"Get out!" Zhao Ziyin truly despised him. When will this damned man finally disappear for her?
