Li Beinian's heart sank.
That's right.
Mu Xichen was so straight-laced, traditional, and old-fashioned.
If something were really to happen to her… If Mu Donglin…
Would he still want her?
The answer went without saying.
She sucked in her breath, looking extremely fearful.
Observing her reaction, the man turned icy.
He lifted his hand and gave her light blue skirt a forceful pull.
"Tscheee—"
The corner of her garment was ripped off. She quivered as she stared at Mu Donglin, then started to wriggle around to free herself.
Suddenly, they heard voices. The voices were faint and seemed quite distant.
As though she had finally found her life-saving straw, Li Beinian started to struggle with a sense of urgency. She tried to call out but was suppressed by Mu Donglin.
"Mmmph! Mmmph mmph mmph!"
The man lowered his head and sank his teeth into her soft and delicate flesh.
