Before Ye Mingmei could react, he spoke again.
"Yes, I'm definitely taking revenge on you, and I've become addicted to it, with no intention to stop."
"…"
Ye Mingmei's face turned pale, her lips parted slightly, just about to speak when Yu Xiuzhun pressed her onto the bed.
Ye Mingmei tried to push him away, which only further enraged Yu Xiuzhun, resulting in an even harsher revenge.
The beautiful memories of just moments ago were shattered in an instant.
His previous tenderness seemed like a dream, disappearing as soon as she woke up, leaving not even a trace.
Ye Mingmei had no choice but to endure.
Seeing the tears at the corner of her eyes, Yu Xiuzhun felt a constriction in his chest, as if punched, carrying an indescribable gloominess.
He was determined to pull Ye Mingmei into his misery.
"I can't breathe..."
Ye Mingmei couldn't hold it any longer after who knows how long, whispering softly.
Her vulnerable voice, like a cracking vase, carried a hint of hoarseness.
