Lin Yixun struggled hard, but was easily restrained by the man. Above her head, she heard the man's low voice, "Lin Yixun, you have to get used to all this."
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I will never get used to it."
"It's okay."
Hearing this, Lin Yixun's heart sank heavily, "You said that sooner or later you would get tired of it."
"That depends; if you keep acting like you're playing hard to get, it might take a long time before I get tired. You know, men have a wicked nature, the harder something is to get, the more it captivates their interest."
This world is truly crazy!
However, the man did not fall asleep. In the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, his long fingers searching Lin Yixun's face.
"Leng Yixiu, do you know what it feels like to have a knife scrape over your bones? Ha, how would you know? But I know very well, and I will never forget that feeling."
