As usual, Huo Beiting entered her room with a strong smell of alcohol, stripped her clothes violently, glared at her like a hungry wolf, and dragged over her slender body–even he got married today. “Don’t touch me!” Xia Ranran glared at him and struggled, “You are married! Go back to your wife’s room and sleep with her. I’m not your plaything!” Her voice was hoarse and she looked resolute, “From now on, you cannot touch me!” “Show me how you can get away from me.” Huo Beiting smirked and pressed on her, “Xia Ranran, accept your fate. You are my plaything, unless I get tired of you. You will always be my lovely plaything. I will ride on you, play with you, and torture you!” As usual, Ranran could not move and totally dominated by him. The next morning, Ranran got up dizzy and found Huo Beiting was flirting with his new wife. “Darling, was I too gentle last night? You don’t seem to be tired this morning.” Qiao Kexin’s face reddened, “Shut up! Ranran is here. Stop being a jerk.” “Well, I can be more ‘jerk’ tonight.” Ranran suddenly felt like throwing up and rushed to the bathroom…