C22 (1/2)

Qiao Xinran gnashed her teeth in anger, ”Alright, I'll go out and then I'll go out! Even if I were to sleep outside, it would be much better than seeing you! ”

After he finished speaking, he stepped over him and was about to get off the bed.

How would Han Mo let her go? He held her tightly with a hand and a demonic smile appeared on his face, ”You want to leave? Do you think you can get out of this? Or are you doing this on purpose? ”

The words were extremely ambiguous, and the look in his eyes became terrifying.

At first, Qiao Xinran did not know what he meant, but when she reacted, her small face instantly flushed red.

With her current appearance, she was straddling Han Mo's body, looking at her, it was indeed a bit inconceivable.

”You … Let me go! ” She struggled and wanted to get down, but how could Han Mo let her go? A pair of large hands held her tightly, and the look in her eyes had already changed …

His actions were reckless, and he didn't have the slightest intention of showing mercy to the fairer sex.

Qiao Xinran felt that her bones were about to break, she bit her lips tightly, her beautiful big eyes were already filled with water mist.

”This is your punishment! ”If you dare to mention another man to me in the future, hmph, I will make you wish you were dead …”

Han Mo growled, his voice hoarse, like a wild beast in heat.

Qiao Xinran's face was ashen, she did not say a word. She knew that whatever she said would be useless.

It would only make him more brutal.

However, if she were to plead for mercy, she would never say it out loud. She did not want to beg for mercy from this demon!

Even if she died, she definitely wouldn't lower her head to him!

It was unknown when the pitch-black night sky was covered by dark clouds. There were even signs of thunder and lightning.

With an angry growl, the room returned to its usual silence.

Han Mo got off the bed. He didn't want to see her face that was as pale as a corpse anymore, and that empty and lifeless expression.

Qiao Xinran buried her head in her pillow, unable to control the grievances in her heart, tears streaming down her face.

Han Mo! You bastard, you beast! Bastard! I will cut you to pieces, drink your blood, and eat your flesh …

He punched the bed to vent his anger, but it did not reduce the humiliation in his heart.

She had never hated anyone so much in her life. She hated them.

She thought the most black-hearted person in the world was Aunt Hua. But now that he had met Han Mo, he realized that he was actually the most heartless and merciless of them all.

Han Mo closed the door and went out, but did not leave, lit a cigarette, and silently smoked.

From the room came the sound of her low sobs, telling of her endless grievances.

Han Mo's heart suddenly softened, could it be that he really did something wrong? Just like Han Yang had said, what did the grudges of the previous generation have to do with her?

However, when she mentioned other men in front of him, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by a trace of guilt.

She was a tool for revenge. She didn't feel wronged, so why would she care about it?

Furthermore, torturing her was his true goal. Who told her to be that woman's daughter?