Zhou Lu quickly realized what he had done. His body tensed as he stepped back, his eyes filled with complexity. Finally, he moved his lips, his voice tired and weak, "Sorry, I couldn't control myself."
Su Jian's pretty face was covered with tear stains, her eyes red like a small white rabbit. She struggled to hold onto her torn clothes to prevent them from falling off, exposing skin that was hardly in good condition, proving just how brutal Zhou Lu had been—it could practically be described as deranged.
Su Jian felt utterly powerless. She looked at him with a defeated expression, "Zhou Lu, I'm begging you, please let me go, don't disturb my family's peaceful life anymore."
Zhou Lu's gaze suddenly turned bloodthirsty and sinister, his body tensely on edge. He clenched his lips tightly, as if desperately holding back something.