C85 The Rhythm of Love Born from Hate

She struggled in panic, kicked, her black skirt flew up, her long hair scattered in front of her eyes, her legs were held up in the air, a pair of high heels fell...

In the blink of an eye, her body was pressed against the marble wall by the large door. Her lower jaw was tied, and her face was forced to raise.

Before he kissed her lips, she slapped him angrily. She didn't know if he was in pain