Chapter 967: The Pure Virgin
Every word from the woman was like a hammer striking Raphael's chest, and the long nails slowly pierced his heart because of that hammer. Even though that heart had countless such small holes and the blood had already run dry, it still couldn't stop this broken heart. So it could only beat, beating whenever it needed to.
Raphael yanked at the woman's hair. If he could, he would've ended her life with one stroke. Perhaps then, he wouldn't have to live so exhaustedly.
"Raphael!" The woman lightly pushed him away, indifferent about whether her body was clothed. In front of this man, there was nothing he hadn't seen; he had the desire but not the courage. Forever living under the feet of that superior man. "Shouldn't we talk calmly? If you continue with this mindset, I think our cycle will never end." The woman wrapped herself tightly with a sheet, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently. Her mood today couldn't be worse.
