Jiang Nianyu's beautiful legs wrapped delicately around Zhao Dong as he thrust forward.
"Ah..." In that instant, Jiang Nianyu clutched the bedsheets, an irrepressible moan escaping her throat.
Tears streamed down her face. It hurt—so much she could barely breathe, so much that waves of darkness washed over her vision. Tears flowed silently down her beautiful face as she wept without a sound, the intense pain shocking her into full awareness. The agony made her entire body tremble; it truly hurt beyond words.
"Zhao Dong..." she sobbed, softly calling his name.
Zhao Dong held her tightly, his voice thick with remorse. "Nianyu, I'm sorry for putting you through this."
