His hair, which was once perfectly oiled into a sleek topknot, was now stuck to his face with sweat. Despite the elegant jade ornament still dangling from his belt, he looked more like a tantrum-throwing child than a proud disciple of any great sect.
His eyes were bloodshot from the rage he felt at her betrayal. "Feng Jiai! You've been my woman ever since the moment our betrothal was announced!"
"That's not how it works, and you know it, Zhang Yong! You know you have to wait for me to come of age, yet…!!" Feng Jiai sobbed with a hoarse voice. "Yet you tried to force yourself upon me before the ceremony!"
"So what if I did?!" he screamed, reacting as if her protests were a personal insult. "You're already mine! Are you blind to my greatness? I, Zhang Yong, Fifth Young Master of the Seastone Clan, am a Meridian Opening Stage prodigy! Girls in the Outer Provinces would kill to be defiled by me!"
