She heard the sound of her clothes being torn apart and struggled even harder, "Xiao Heng... don't do this..."
Meng Jingyi cried; she was in so much pain. Xiao Heng seemed to want to tear her apart, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation she felt inside.
Xiao Heng ignored her struggles, buried his face in her fair neck, and bit down hard. Then he raised his blood-stained lips to look at her, his eyes filled with wickedness, "You know, I've wanted to do this for a long time, to have you at all costs, to make you my woman."
"Xiao Heng, calm down..."
Meng Jingyi was full of fear; she knew the man before her was out of control, that she and he could never go back to the past.
"I'm very calm now," Xiao Heng said with a smile, "Do you know what my biggest regret was after you died?"
"Don't say it." She knew what he was going to say; she didn't want to hear.
