He forced himself upon her, his kisses turning into nibbling and biting, using the natural strength advantage men have to leave the woman beneath him with no chance to resist.
Luo Qiangwei's limbs ached from struggling, and feeling the man's actions above her, every rebellious cell in her body tensed up. Her tone was almost disgustingly indifferent, "Mo Shiche, we're already divorced. Are you trying to force yourself on me now?"
She suddenly felt that she had overestimated this man. She thought that saying a few words on the street wouldn't matter, especially since, before this, he would no longer act like this towards her.
Who would have known that he could still forcefully carry her into the car.
Upon hearing her words, Mo Shiche finally paused in his movements. He lifted his head from her collarbone, his voice low and hoarse, "Tangtang, I didn't—I just wanted to kiss you, touch you."
