"That day, that's how I made you mine!"
Rong Sinan tightened his grip around Yige's waist, his thin lips close to her ear, laughing huskily.
Tang Yige clung tightly to his neck, unable to speak.
That night, Rong Sinan took Tang Yige through every detail of that fateful evening.
What made Tang Yige want to cry without tears was how he could remember every detail so clearly under such circumstances.
...
Near three in the morning, Tang Yige felt as if she had been fished out of a river, completely drenched, her limbs weak and heavy, beyond exhausted.
But the man over her was full of energy, as if he never ran out of strength.
Tang Yige was at her wit's end, kicked him lightly, and said hoarsely, "I really can't take it anymore, please stop."
Rong Sinan kissed her lips, "That day at this time, it wasn't over."
Tang Yige, "..." Tears streaming down!
How could he compare it to that day?
He had meds that day, for heaven's sake!
Today he didn't take anything.
