Nangong Yaoling's tall body leaned toward her, his imposing figure blocking the sunlight, pressing down on her.
Her dress was torn apart, and her blouse was ripped instantly.
Scorching lips covered hers, kissing her fiercely.
Xia Xiaonuan struggled against him with all her might, but Nangong Yaoling was like an enraged leopard.
As if he would devour her in the next second.
And she, beneath him, was just like a fragile little bird, unable to put up any resistance.
The bruises from the last time still covered her chest, and soon, new ones spread across her pale skin.
Xia Xiaonuan endured the pain, forcing herself to stay silent.
But Nangong Yaoling, completely enraged, acted like a wild beast in heat.
Even more brutal than the night before.
The force he used made Xia Xiaonuan feel like she was about to be crushed by him.
But she spoke coldly, taunting him:
"Nangong Yaoling, besides forcing me, what else are you capable of?
