Slap!
Mo Beiyan swung his hand and slapped her, grabbing her collar with both hands, "Mo Hantong, say that to me again?!"
Moo Huantong's left cheek stung painfully, she turned her face aside and suddenly laughed, "What do you want me to say? That I love him?"
"You love him?" Mo Beiyan forcefully pressed her back onto the bed, the edge stained and dirty, but he didn't care. The man clutched her neck with one hand, "I'd like to know how you love him. Do you love him when you cry out under me? Or when I enter you? Or when I touch you..."
"Shut up! Stop talking!" Moo Huantong's face flushed red, she struggled to push his hand away, "Even if you keep saying it, I still love him. I only love him, no one else in this life..."
