Forced to stay by his side, devoid of passion or love, she even lacked the desire to live, resembling a walking corpse.
Bo Fengheng's breathing grew slightly tight.
He felt oppressively suffocated…
Previously, she at least lowered her stance to please him. Now, she couldn't even bother to do that?
"If you still want Chi Zhenfa to come back alive, then take it seriously, hmm?" Unable to bear it any longer, Bo Fengheng walked over, grasped her delicate white wrist, and yanked her toward him.
Mu Yin's skirt, only half on, tore as he pulled, and she stumbled awkwardly into his embrace.
Even a clay figure has a temper.
What's more, she was a person?
Mu Yin, annoyed and disgusted, simply tore off the rag on her body and threw it fiercely to the ground, her bare body leaning against his chest, "How would you like me to take it seriously, Second Young Master? Like this?"
At the same time, she raised her limp, boneless hand and slipped it inside his unbuttoned shirt…
