"Ugh..." She pushes him away forcefully, but the harder she pushes, the tighter his iron-like arms grip around her.
"Let...let me go..." Her voice is muffled by his mouth. The beard on his face pricks and hurts her.
Xiao Yishan gnaws savagely at her lips, his rough palm holding tight with ruthless authority.
He had intended to merely punish her, but her lips were too soft, too sweet; nectar which intoxicated him instantly.
In his head, he could still hear the insulting remarks made by the villagers.
"Dashan hasn't 'touched' his wife yet..."
"Could it be that Dashan has a problem...he is rugged and brawny, what if he can't perform..."
"Su Qingyue despises him for his disfigurement..."
Those words echoed repeatedly, tormenting him. No man could bear to hear others question his 'performance', nor could he stand his wife despising his looks! Enraged to the point of nearly losing his sanity, he handled her without restraint.