Her hands were tightly grasped by him above her head, nails digging into flesh, a distraction from the pain.
She told herself over and over in her heart: It doesn't matter, as long as it's him, it doesn't matter.
If it could make him forget the past wounds and become his old self again, she would willingly do anything.
Sheng Qianxia gritted her teeth and persisted.
Gong Beiyao's harsh thrusts felt like a malicious revenge; the more she endured, the more reluctantly she bore, the more he wished to hurt her.
Does doing this with him make her uneasy, reluctant, painful?
Then don't come back to find him, don't damn well say you want to marry him, and certainly don't damn well do this with him!
"Do you feel pain too? Sheng Qianxia, do you know that what you endure is not even a tenth of the pain I have suffered!"
"Regret finding me now?"
