He pinched her chin and inserted his fingers into her mouth harshly. She twisted her head in pain, and her tears were like splashing raindrops. One of them hit the back of his hand, as hot as sulfuric acid.
"Wen Tong, you are getting bolder and bolder. Am I too good to you, huh?" He pulled out his fingers and pushed her head to his lower body.
Feeling his heat, Wen Tong closed her eyes almost in despair. Did he have to insult her like this?
Beichenxiao, you devil, I hate you, I hate you to death.
He held her waist and suddenly felt his palms wet. This feeling was not wine or water...
Beichen pushed Wen Tong away fiercely, and the girl was lying on the sofa, almost dying, with her clothes half-undressed and sparkling water marks hanging from the corners of her mouth, looking indescribably sexy and attractive.
But he didn't have the intention to appreciate it, so he quickly turned her over and touched her lower back. The sticky feeling gave him a bad premonition. He put his fingers under the dim light and was suddenly startled.
Blood.
There is no reason for the blood below her to appear on her back. Where did this blood come from?
His eyes suddenly fell to the glass fragments on the ground, and his heart was shocked.