He Aiguo didn't let go of Sheng Yueyue right away. Instead, with his blood boiling, he turned the tables and took the lead.
Deep down, he loved Dong Yuanyuan dearly, but faced with the younger, more vibrant Sheng Yueyue, he no longer felt any aversion.
He had only wanted a taste of a woman's passion, but for a man, something like this was as addictive as alcohol.
He Aiguo's movements grew more and more forceful. Sheng Yueyue's breathing became heavy, and her body trembled slightly.
Although she wasn't being forced to endure his assault, she still feigned a dazed and helpless expression.
In He Aiguo's eyes, she was just a pitiful jilted woman, a tool for a man to vent his frustrations.
This made his actions even rougher. But the crazier He Aiguo became, the more Sheng Yueyue wanted to laugh.
'I knew it,' she thought. 'There's no man you can't steal, only a poor attempt at seduction.'
