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Cheng Anya supported herself by the pillar and irritably erased the mark that Louis' lips left on her. She was visibly angry and could not wait to rinse her mouth a million times over. Anger burned in her gaze as she almost lost all sense of reasoning and clobbered him with her crutch.

"F***! How shameless!"

She hated men who used force on women. Louis, that sicko!

The rain continued to pour.

Third Young Master Ye sprinted over as he was drenched by the rain. The rain drenched his suit and messed his hair up. Strands of his fringe were stuck at the corners of his eyes, dripping water. The rain and his smoldering anger made him look especially wild and sexy.

He tightened his fists. His evil gaze was filled with a burning rage whilst his chest pulsed with anger. His slender and tall body was packed with terrible energy that nobody could ignore the cold emanating from him.

He looked like an Asura from hell who was out for life!