Tang Tang was held by Zong Zheng and couldn't break free.
Once in the car, he seized her by the nape and kissed her forcefully.
He nibbled on her little face.
She distinctly felt the tobacco scent from his mouth.
He pinned her against the seat, his chest heaving violently, "What makes him better than me that you'd rather run off with him!"
Tang Tang's lips hurt so much it was painful to even open her mouth, and she could still taste the blood.
At least Qiao Yu had said one thing right: the real Zong Zheng was not the gentle brother next door she saw when she had no memories.
Only, Zong Zheng was far more complicated than she had imagined.
And far bloodier.
She now looked at her own hands, and her first thought wasn't about holding a scalpel but about holding a gun, shooting at Qiao Yu.
"No..."
"No! Then what do you mean?" Zong Zheng's eyes reddened completely.
God knows if anything even more outrageous happened during the hours she'd been away.
