Fu Shihan was like a wild beast unleashed from its cage, and beneath him was the prey about to be torn apart and devoured.
Su Wanxin felt a chill on her shoulder; she tried with all her might to push him away, but still couldn't overcome his strength.
Fu Shihan mercilessly left his mark on her neck, ripped her shirt open, and stared with bloodshot eyes at the black lace bra.
"Fu Shihan, stop… I beg you, I'm begging you…"
"Cry out," Fu Shihan's eyes were cold, ignoring her pleas. "You know I like to hear you cry under me, louder, let everyone in this house know what you're doing with me here!"
After that, he tore off her bra straps and bent down to vent the fire raging inside him.
Inside the house.
Sheng Qian held Yangyang in her arms on the sofa, nervously keeping an eye on the time.
Su Wanxin had been out for about ten minutes; could something have happened?