C102 Miscarriage

He lost control. The ravaging feeling of tearing apart a woman under him filled his heart.

Xia Xiaonian's pale hand gripped the snow-white bedsheet tightly. She was merely a tool for him to vent his anger. This thin leather pouch bore the anger and hatred in his heart.

Cold sweat trickled down her forehead, wetting her short, shiny black hair.

"Let me go, let me go! "No, child