Outside, the storm was still raging.
Being held in Gu Beicheng's arms, at first Xia Yinian was truly afraid, after all, he had coerced her and hurt her just today.
But gradually, as he made no inappropriate moves, she seemed to slowly feel at ease.
Her belly still hurt a little, were it not for his warm large palm.
Unable to resist, she grew quieter and quieter.
Now, leaning against his chest, feeling the warmth of his palm, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
The storm seemed to be weakening, the thunder became much quieter, until it slowly became inaudible.
Her consciousness blurred more and more, and she soon fell into a semi-conscious dream-state.
With a bit of grievance, a bit of resentment, yet... she continued to yearn.
"You don't believe me..." she wanted to cry, two tears already hanging at the corner of her eyes.
If it weren't for the occasional flash of lightning, he might have overlooked these two tears.
