Lu Shifeng really disliked her like this.
That night, in the bedroom, he forcibly lifted her chin: "How long are you going to keep sulking?"
She looked at him indifferently, without speaking or crying out in pain.
He tightened his grip: "I'm asking you a question!"
Only then did she hiss in pain and said with some difficulty, "I'm not sulking. I've done everything you asked me to do. What more do you want?"
Lu Shifeng was agitated. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the more he saw her like this, the more the urge to destroy inside him felt like a volcano, hard to control. He pressed her hard onto the bed, tormenting her with every means he could imagine, but she would only cry out in pain when it was too much to bear. Once the storm was over, she would return to her indifferent state.
His methods grew more and more cruel.
Until one day, she fainted under him, the bed covered in blood.
