"Splash!"
Icy water was thrown over Ning Jia. Ning Jia groggily opened his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The moment he opened his eyes, Zhao Qiang's ferocious face filled his vision.
Ning Jia trembled even harder.
Dreams and reality had become completely indistinguishable.
"Bitch! Didn't you still end up in my hands? Let's see who can save you this time!" Zhao Qiang grabbed Ning Jia's soaking-wet hair and yanked hard.
Ning Jia cried out in pain and struggled instinctively.
Only for Zhao Qiang to drag him even harder.
"Ah! Let... let me go!"
Zhao Qiang dragged Ning Jia to the middle of the room. Ning Jia's thoughts were a mess, and he failed to notice the recording equipment already running directly in front of him.
Zhao Qiang threw Ning Jia onto the concrete floor, straddled him, gripped his throat with one hand, and began tearing at his clothes with the other.
"Get away! Let me go!" Ning Jia struggled desperately, but his hands were tied, and he had never been as strong as Zhao Qiang.
That little resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Other than making Zhao Qiang more excited, it accomplished nothing.
"Smack!"
Zhao Qiang slapped him. Ning Jia's vision went black, and his cheek quickly swelled red.
"Slut! You were the one who seduced me, and you still dared say I forced you? You were already used-up trash. What are you pretending to be so pure for, huh?"
With a ripping sound, Zhao Qiang brutally tore open Ning Jia's shirt. When he saw the healed scar on Ning Jia's body, an even deeper bloodlust filled his eyes.
"You little whore, didn't I say you were already ruined? Do you like it when I hit you? Speak!"
As he spoke, Zhao Qiang viciously slapped Ning