"You said you liked me,"

The man looked at her with extremely cold eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the woman who was looking at him with hatred.

The two were so close that their breaths intersected.

His hand brazenly lifted up the coat over her skirt.

Zhuang Yunshu spoke again with a trembling voice: "I...hate you..."

The man's hand paused, but did not stop.

His fingertips were rough and slowly stroked her fair neck, causing her to shudder.

There was a deep sense of impending storm brewing in his eyes.

"Miss Zhuang, if you like someone, you must get him, right?"

"Now that I finally got what I wanted, why do I say I hate it?"

Zhuang Yunshu's eyes were broken into pieces, his eye sockets were slightly red, but he tried hard not to let the tears flow out.

The man's eyes deepened.

When the woman was about to open her mouth to say something again, his lips fell.

There was no gentleness in his kiss, just like a wild beast satisfying its own desires.

The man's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't hide his deep lust.

He pressed her against a pillar, next to which there were thorny vines that pierced the woman's skin.

The man noticed this, but didn't care and continued kissing her fiercely. The disparity in strength between men and women made Zhuang Yunshu's struggle useless.

His hands were pinching the woman's neck, his lips slowly moved to her chest, he withdrew his hands from her neck, and tore open the woman's skirt.

The maids had already walked away as usual, and the bodyguards also stood aside with their backs turned.

She was pressed directly onto the cold stone table by the man, with his tall body covering her.

There is no respect or care for it.

For a moment, the only sound in the entire garden was the woman's sobbing.

As the dusk deepened, the darkness of night completely covered the last rays of sunlight.

Zhuang Yunshu's voice trembled a little: "Zhuang Yunyi, why do you treat me like this..."

"What's wrong with me doing this? Isn't this what you want?"

The man's voice was low, with a hint of tenderness still lingering.

"Miss Zhuang has used so many tricks to pursue men. She is no different from a prostitute. How come she can't stand this level now?"

The man didn't care about the half-naked woman at all. He straightened his clothes and stood up.

He looked down at her, his eyes cold and expressionless, "My last name is not Zhuang."

"You destroyed my entire family just to make me bear the surname Zhuang and to get me. Are you satisfied with the result now?"

The man finally chuckled, turned around and left.

Zhuang Yunshu stood up slowly, gathered her torn skirt, picked up her coat and put it on.