Chapter 573
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Mr. Yang's face was slapped to the side. He was silent for a moment facing the sofa before slowly turning his head around to look at Song Qingchun.
His face was filled with anger and viciousness, and a cold smile hung on his lips as he stared at Song Qingchun. Just as Song Qingchun thought he was going to yell at her, he suddenly reached out to grab her hair, raised her face up, and slapped her twice.
"How dare you slap me? Let's see if I don't kill you today … "As he cursed, he slammed Song Qingchun's head heavily into the ground. Then, ignoring the fact that he might injure Song Qingchun, he tore her shirt in half with brute force.
The pain that came from the back of her head made Song Qingchun dizzy for a moment. Then she felt a sticky liquid drip down her nose, and when it reached the corner of her lips, she tasted blood.
She was in a daze for a moment, and then she heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Her whole body trembled, and then she felt something wet licking her collarbone. Her stomach twitched, and she suddenly screamed and struggled as if she had gone crazy.
She fought back crazily with frightening strength, so Mr. Yang couldn't control her for a while. He angrily raised his hand and tried to strangle her neck, press her to the ground, and force her to be unable to move. Who knew that when his arm passed her face, she would suddenly raise her head like a madwoman and bite down on his wrist.
She bit him really hard, so hard that she almost bit off his flesh. Mr. Yang, who was in pain, became even more violent. He raised his other hand and punched her head hard.
The pain caused Song Qingchun's teeth to loosen, and Mr. Yang used this opportunity to pull his wrist away from Song Qingchun's mouth. When he saw the bite marks on his wrist, his chest rose and fell with anger. He gritted his teeth so hard that they creaked noisily, and his face was contorted. He cursed under his breath, and as he did so, he turned to grab the glass of wine that he had given to Song Qingchun earlier. "Do you really think I can't do anything to you? After you drink this glass of wine, I'm sure you'll be begging me to f * ck you, much less argue with me …"
"Let me tell you, I'm not only going to f * ck you tonight, I'm going to find a bunch of men to f * ck you. How dare you hit me …"
Mr. Yang then grabbed Song Qingchun's hair and shoved the glass at her lips. "Drink, drink this!"
From what Mr. Yang had said, Song Qingchun knew that the glass of wine was drugged. If she didn't drink it, she might have a chance to escape when she was sober, but if she drank it, then it would be over for her. Therefore, no matter how hard Mr. Yang pressed the glass against her lips, Song Qingchun kept her mouth shut.
Mr. Yang's patience had obviously run out. His hand that grabbed her hair moved to pinch her chin. He used brute force to force her to open her mouth and pour the wine into her mouth.
Song Qingchun shook her head to avoid it, but even so, a small amount of liquid still fell into her mouth and slid down her throat.
A boundless despair drowned her in an instant.
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