20: Chapter 20: A Slap on His Face 20: Chapter 20: A Slap on His Face I couldn’t see anything, hear anything, or feel anything.
“MD, you torturous little vixen!”
Tang Yuchen suddenly lifted her, his deep eyes blazing with flames.
He threw An Ruo onto the large, soft sofa and pressed his strong body down onto hers, grabbing her chin with his burning kiss landing eagerly on her lips.
His fingers skillfully reached for her neckline, his fingertip lightly flicking, unfastening the button.
An Ruo’s delicate and exquisite body, like a perfect piece of art, was terrifyingly beautiful.
Tang Yuchen’s throat rolled, his large hand gently caressing her smooth waist, the corner of his mouth curling into a sinister smile…
An Ruo was completely drenched, her body depleted as if she had reached the end of her life.
Yet, she was not dead.
Even in her daze, she could vaguely sense what was happening to her.
This night was destined to be sleepless.
The intense night lingered for a long time before it gradually dissipated.
When day broke, An Ruo opened her heavy eyelids and found herself in Tang Yuchen’s room.
Actually, this was their new house.
On their wedding day, because Tang Yuchen and Lisa had done what they should have done here, she had gone to another room.
But why had she slept here last night?
An Ruo quickly recalled what had happened the night before.
She jolted upright, and at the same time, a solid arm wrapped around her waist from behind.
Woman, you resisted fiercely last night, but didn’t you end up indulging under me?
Women like you love to deny their true feelings.
So, how was my performance last night?”
An Ruo turned her head emotionlessly and faced Tang Yuchen’s malicious smile, then suddenly slapped him across the face.
A moment of astonishment appeared in the man’s eyes, followed by an overwhelming rage!
He grabbed her throat in one swoop and roared furiously, “You dare to hit me!
An Ruo, are you tired of living?!”
Tang Yuchen was truly enraged.
No one had ever dared to hit him, let alone a woman slapping him.
This seriously crossed his line, so An Ruo’s fate was bound to be miserable.
Although her neck was in pain, An Ruo smiled faintly, “Tang Yuchen…
this is what you deserve…
You demon, why don’t you just die…”
She couldn’t forget the humiliation in the hotel, nor could she forget everything that happened last night.
Her world had been thoroughly destroyed and tarnished by Tang Yuchen.
He was like an evil demon that had polluted the ivory tower in the heart of a young girl.
Her world was no longer the pure white but had become filthy beyond cleansing.
And the culprit was Tang Yuchen!
Tang Yuchen’s thin lips curled up, sketching a demon’s cold laugh, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty darkness, “You’re right, I am a demon!
But a demon who will personally send you to hell!”
He squeezed her neck mercilessly, An Ruo’s face turning pale, struggling to breathe.
He wanted to kill her, but she wouldn’t beg for mercy!
An Ruo stared at him fiercely; she would firmly remember his face and wouldn’t let him go even as a ghost!
As her consciousness gradually faded, the pressure on her neck suddenly released, An Ruo collapsed onto the bed, coughing violently.
“An Ruo, you want to die, but I won’t let you off so easily.
I will make you live, slowly torture you, and let you continue living in agony.”
The man’s voice, like a devil’s, seemed to come from hell.