Chapter 8 You Recognized the Wrong Person 2

Shen Ruo was furious, "Bastard, let go of me!"

She suddenly regained her strength, striking him with her fists and feet, but was subdued by him once again.

"Rongrong, Rongrong..." The man was immersed in his own thoughts, constantly planting light kisses on her cheeks and neck, his hands never stopping.

Shen Ruo felt humiliated and bellowed, "I'm not your Rongrong, do you hear me, you've mistaken me for someone else! Bastard, you've got the wrong person, stop being crazy drunk, or I'll send you to the police station!"

One of her words seemed to take effect; the man lifted his head slightly, stared at her, and squinted in anger, "You are my Rongrong, you are!"

"I really am not..."

"Rongrong, you're so heartless, how could you treat me like that, how could you!" The man roared angrily, forcefully restraining her and roughly biting her neck.

Shen Ruo felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation; with a determined heart, she lifted her neck and bit down on his shoulder, tasting a faint flavor of blood.

The man yelped in pain from her bite, but instead of sobering up, he became even more irrational.

Pushing her head away, he bent down and bit her in return.

He bit down hard, as if he was filled with endless resentment towards her, as if he wanted to inflict all his pain and hatred onto her body.

Shen Ruo winced in pain, tears streaming from the agony. Her hand, at the same time, found a wine bottle.

When the man lifted his head, she saw a layer of fresh red adorning his perfect, thin lips—seductive and enchanting.

Bastard, drew blood!

Without a thought, Shen Ruo swung the wine bottle at his head; immediately, a gash opened on the man's forehead, trickling with blood.

Seizing the moment of his daze, Shen Ruo pushed him away frantically and hurriedly left the private room without looking back and ran away.

She had hurt someone, and even though the wound didn't seem deep, she still felt a bit guilty inside.

But when she thought about the violence he had inflicted on her, that guilt vanished into thin air.

He deserved it!

What a stroke of bad luck tonight, to have encountered a mad dog!

Shen Ruo didn't return to her own private room; instead, she sent a text message to Chen Shanshan and then took a taxi home.

The bite mark on her chest was deep; she bought some medicine and quietly hid in her room to clean the wound.

That night's incident was dismissed by Shen Ruo as an accident and pushed out of her mind.