Bastard! You're worse than a beast! Qi Manlin was shaking with anger.
Son of a bitch! Qi Manlin's teeth were grinding with hatred, and she grabbed the fruit knife from the table, "You stole the innocence of this girl, so I'll cut yours clean off!"
Throwing on a couple of pieces of clothing hastily, not even having time to put on a bra, Qi Manlin rushed out with her hair in disarray like a crazed banshee. If seen at night, she'd definitely look like a terrifying ghost!
When Qi Manlin, wielding the fruit knife, stormed into the living room, she found the guy lounging in the armchair, leisurely drinking wine, with his legs crossed, his eyes glued to the big screen TV admiring the long-legged beauties, looking more like a sleazy wolf than ever.
"Lin Mu..."
