Oh my God.
It was like their first night together. She was shivering, her body cold, just lying there with her eyes tightly shut, unmoving.
Nevertheless, he had claimed her smoothly.
He still remembered that moment: the pain had been so intense for her, it was as if a live shrimp had been suddenly tossed into a wok of boiling oil, and she had shot up instantly. If he hadn't held onto her tightly, she would have bolted out the door. After that, she had shown no reaction, just lying obediently in his arms with tear-filled eyes.
His extreme tenderness towards her began with the pride he felt at that moment.
He would never forget the exhilarating joy, as if he had suddenly come to possess the most beautiful thing in the entire world…
He treated her with exceptional gentleness, always careful with her in his heart, as if she were an exquisite piece of porcelain that might shatter at the slightest touch.
So, how could he possibly bear to let her have an abortion?
