"Hmph. It's a pity your worthless husband is already dead. He should have seen you in this wretched state."
The woman's expression froze at his words, a flicker of panic and pain crossing her eyes. It vanished in an instant, however, as she quickly resumed her facade of forced composure.
At this moment, Jiang Fulong was venting all the resentment and anger from his day onto the frail woman before him. The unprecedentedly vicious look on his face made her soul tremble. Yet, an intensely fawning expression immediately plastered itself onto her beautiful face.
She was well aware of Jiang Fulong's twisted and secret fetishes. Before this demon, the more pure and dignified she acted, the more his perverse desire to conquer would burn, leading him to torment and torture her even more relentlessly.
If I can just act utterly base, as if I have no shame or dignity left, then maybe after his vile urges have been satisfied, I can get away with less physical abuse.
