The air was filled with his presence.
Ordinarily, she would have resisted immediately.
But the moment she raised her hand, countless images of his overbearing dominance flooded her mind. Whenever he wanted to force his way, he would twist her arms behind her back, leaving her powerless to escape.
Her strength meant nothing to him.
And so, in the end, Tang ZhiLuo chose to give up resisting.
She didn't even want to argue with Mo Xun anymore. She shifted her mindset—no resistance, no engagement, just cold indifference.
Mo Xun was deeply dissatisfied. Though she appeared compliant, her rebellion ran bone-deep. Her face showed no joy, no anger, no life—she was like an empty vessel, letting him take whatever he pleased.
A fire burned within Mo Xun. He lifted her onto the counter and bit her lips heavily.
Tang ZhiLuo winced in pain but said nothing.
Sensing the lack of reaction, Mo Xun suddenly lost interest. He hesitated, released her, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"