Inside the rundown abandoned factory, the only sounds stirring the silence were the chirping of insects from outside. The sole source of light was a dimly lit incandescent bulb that flickered erratically.
The gloomy night backdrop and the fluctuating light distorted Lin Hao's face grotesquely.
Lin Hao stared unnaturally at the unconscious Wen Xiangyang beneath him.
He suddenly halted, tilted his head, and ran his hand over Xiangyang's bruised face.
Xiangyang, wouldn't it be better if you obeyed me?
Why are you always so disobedient?
Aren't you my woman now?
Lin Hao softly caressed Wen Xiangyang's face with eyes filled with affection, leaned in, and attempted to kiss the side of her face that was badly swollen from his blows.
His lips were inching closer and closer to the face he had been long coveted…
However, just at that moment–
Bang!
A gunshot reverberated from behind him!