Xiao Yu's cries were hoarse and desperate; her dress was torn to shreds by him, the sound of ripping fabric echoed like the sound of her heart breaking, and she hoped someone passing by would save her.
But at this time, not a single person was around.
Her legs were lifted by him, in the narrow car compartment, he fumbled around anxiously, sweating profusely. Xiao Yu felt pain, anger, and indignation from his actions; she was fierce, unwilling to let him succeed easily, even if it meant mutual destruction.
In just a few minutes, both were sweating heavily, yet Gong Ting still couldn't get his way.
"Ah!" A scream of agony rang out from the car, causing the vehicle to shake violently. The lady who had rushed over saw the intense struggle inside and silently stood under the streetlamp, lighting a cigarette and waiting.
It was unclear how long had passed when the shaking of the car finally stopped. After a while, Xiao Yu picked up the torn dress and stepped out of the car, exposed.
