Xiao Zimo's eyes turned red as well, and he lost all rationality the moment he touched her lips. A voice inside him was shouting countless times, "Take her, take her..."
Because one hand was holding her small hand, making it very inconvenient, he simply released her. Anyway, she couldn't break free. He then began ripping the clothes off her body with both hands.
"No!"
He not only released her hand but also let go of her lips.
"Slap..."
In an instant, everything froze. The burning heat of the air suddenly plummeted. The heat on Xiao Zimo's body hadn't dissipated yet, but the heat in his head had cooled down a bit.
At this moment, An Ning's tearful eyes were blurred. The clothes on her body were already in disarray, torn into tattered pieces under his large hands. On her fair skin, there were even purple marks left from his harsh kneading. She weakly hugged her chest, her bright eyes looking at him as if he were a beast.
