Especially when she thought of the way Lu Jingchuan looked at her, as if he saw her as a peerless treasure that had been lost and now regained, she put on an indifferent facade, yet her frantic and evasive eyes had already betrayed her.
They knew each other, and there were past secrets unknown to others.
Did he think she couldn't see it?
The angrier Bo Fengheng grew, the more crazily and dominantly he took what he wanted the next moment.
The weak pieces of cloth on her body, turned to ash in an instant...
A chill ran through Mu Yin's heart as she closed her eyes in despair, shaking all over, "Chu Junyan, do you need me to die in front of you to be happy?"
She stopped struggling, just wounded and resolutely staring at him, her eyes brimming with sadness and hatred, like a hurt hedgehog.