"You don't need to ask me who I am. Xu Su, I'm not like this with other people. As for what I want to do?"
Shen Chen looked down at her, his gaze fixed, and a smile curled his lips. "Don't you know what I want to do? I dream of fucking you."
"Shut up!" Xu Su swung her hand to slap him again, but he caught it mid-air this time.
"If you want to hit me, you'll have to wait. Let me see where you're hurt first."
When Shen Chen got domineering, he was downright inhuman. Xu Su's hands were restrained once again. He carelessly ripped off her already crooked shawl and tossed it to the floor.
Two jade-like arms were exposed before his eyes. The black and blue bruises on them made Shen Chen's eyes narrow abruptly. His face, which had remained calm despite all of Xu Su's cursing, changed in an instant.
"Who did this?" Shen Chen's voice was distorted. "Zhou Mochen?"
'He's not even calling him Brother Zhou anymore...'
