Huan Qingyi's jade-like face, after being nourished by Wang Xiaoqiang, was flushed with redness, like a flower bloomed exquisitely after the rain, very moving, very enchanting.
Wang Xiaoqiang stared at her intently, a proud look on his face.
Huan Qingyi dared not open her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering, and ultimately, from beneath her slightly reddened eyelids, large tears welled up—tears of humiliation.
When Huan Qingyi did open her eyes, they were empty, her expression dazed, the look of a woman taken advantage by a man.
Wang Xiaoqiang turned her face towards him, "Actually, there's no need for this. As a woman, this day was always going to come, sooner or later. Besides, you're not that young anymore, and it's about time you were plucked, haha..."
Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled with a sly, vile laugh.
"Pah, you scoundrel, you bastard, you rascal..." Huan Qingyi spat, and then glared at Wang Xiaoqiang, cursing him bitterly.
