He felt a burning pain on his face.
He raised his hand and wiped away a trace of bright red blood on his lips with the back of his hand.
She bit him and slapped him. This was the first time she put up such fierce resistance. She panicked looking at her hand that slapped him and staggered backwards.
However, there was nowhere to go, a large desk blocked her way.
Hans was enraged by her resistance. He smiled coldly with blood on his lips, it was chilling.
Jennifer screamed as he dragged her over and pushed her onto the desk. After a loud bang, everything on the table, including the laptop fell to the floor.
"Don't touch me, you are dirty..." She struggled and screamed, unwilling to be touched by Hans.
Upon hearing this, Hans remembered how she had not come home all night and how Jackson had suddenly cleared things up today. Thinking that she might have already met up with her old lover in private last night, his eyes suddenly became bloodshot without any sympathy.
"Dirty? Let me see how clean you are."
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! He didn't stop.
Her sobs became weaker and weaker...
Her back rubbed against the desk. At first, it was still painful, but after a while, the sweats made it sticky. It was as if her skin and flesh were no longer hers. The feeling of numbness gradually spread throughout her body, including the look she gave Hans.