Jun Hao fixed her restless hands with one hand and roughly tore off her top, buttons scattering on the floor. At this moment, he was like an enraged lion, disregarding An Ke’s desperate struggles, domineering leaving his mark on her fullness… Feeling her body motionless, he raised his head to look at her tightly closed eyes, like a stiff dead fish. His low voice, unable to hide his disgust: “Just moments ago you were as passionate as a prostitute, now you’re cold as a dead fish. I’m telling you not to play these hard-to-get games.” He pushed her away, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and walked away without looking back.
An Ke slid down the wall and sat in the corner, her body involuntarily trembling. She didn’t understand why Jun Hao, who seemed to despise her so much, still kept her by his side. His words always wounded her deeply. She hated this man, was disgusted by him, yet couldn’t escape. He could force her into a corner, even threatening her family. Now he was trying every way to make her fall for him – this was their bet, all for her to escape his clutches as soon as possible.
Jun Hao had not appeared for several days. During this time, Cheng Hua had told her that the previous gun attack was just a coincidence, and Pei Xuan Yan’s rescue was also by chance, and such things would not happen again. Pei Xuan Yan’s condition was good and would be discharged from the hospital in a few days. Li Sao still followed her as always, her words still distant, but her attitude much more respectful than before. She would no longer remind her what she could or couldn’t do, and An Ke could do as she pleased, freely entering and leaving Jun Hao’s villa. At this moment, what she most wanted was to see Pei Xuan Yan safe and sound.
A City was a coastal city, and though summer had not yet arrived, the weather was unusually sultry. An Ke walked alone in the villa’s garden area, thinking about how to visit Pei Xuan Yan without being followed. A girl rushed from the opposite side and knocked her to the ground.
