Li Xiaoran screamed and involuntarily hugged Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong… it hurts… It's like a knife, so painful…" Tears streamed down Li Xiaoran's face. Her body convulsed, the agony suffocating. She had never expected Zhao Dong to actually go through with it, nor had she anticipated this much pain. Soon, Li Xiaoran's head swam, and she almost lost consciousness.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, it was all over.
Zhao Dong looked at the crimson stain on the desk and narrowed his eyes. So she really was…
At that moment, Li Xiaoran looked completely drained. She glanced at Zhao Dong, her expression a complex mask, and said weakly, "Are you satisfied now, Zhao Dong? You should let me go."
Zhao Dong replied indifferently, "I can, but first, you have to tell me why you wanted to harm Gu Moning."
Li Xiaoran opened her eyes and said faintly, "I've given my body to you. I suppose that makes me your woman now, so you should be helping me!"
