Several hours later…
The room, with the curtains drawn, appeared dim and tranquil, while an afterglow of intimacy lingered in the air, casting an amorous hue over the space.
Ye Ningyue lay with her shoulders bare, hair messily strewn across her face, clutching the sheets tightly, back turned to the person behind her. Reflecting on the events earlier, her eyes welled up with tears.
She never expected that Zhuo Yue would be here... to assault her.
She struggled, screamed, and pleaded for help, but he seemed deaf to it all, recklessly invading her body with overbearing force and brutality.
She never imagined her first time would be lost like this.
Why did she have to suffer this way?
It wasn't as if she was the one who ran away from the marriage initially, and her grandmother's death wasn't her fault at all. Why use such vile methods to retaliate against her?
