Nan Zhi lay on the beach weakly. She was motionless, coughing out seawater from time to time. Every time the sea breeze blew, she shivered with the cold, but she had no strength to get up.
The devil-like man picked her up from the sand and threw her forcefully against the cold steel of the car.
Nan Zhi had no strength to resist him. She found that the more she resisted him, the more cold and bloodthirsty he became.
Mu Sihan, who had lost control of his rational and emotions, was a devil through and through.
It was absolutely terrifying.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, but there was no lust behind those dark and bloodshot eyes.
"Oh."
Her hair stood on end.
He gnawed on her lips and the faint taste of blood entered both of their mouths, bitter and metallic, but he showed no sympathy and pulled open her lips, entangling her tongue in a twisted rage.