"I like more obedient women."
Mu Qian looked down at her, his smile sinister; he slowly let go, and her arm limp, dangled down from the bed, twisted and immovable.
Her arm was in excruciating pain, causing her body to tremble.
Ignoring her pale face and the pain and tears on it, Mu Qian leaned in again.
"Let me go, let me go, you demon."
When he came close again, Wen Jiaren felt a chill, his movements were rough and violent, she endured the physical pain as she struggled, grabbing his arm with her other hand, and bit down fiercely.
Mu Qian's eyes turned blood-red, filled with a bloodthirsty malice, looking at his bitten arm, he raised his hand and fiercely slapped her across the face; the sound was painfully piercing, turning her face aside with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
Wen Jiaren was stunned, her ears buzzed, she covered her face looking at the man before her, her eyes showing nothing but fear.
