After several hours of toil, the night was deep.
An Nishang, the queen who kills without blinking, nestled in his arms like a kitten. Seeing her exquisite face with her eyes closed in peaceful rest, at that moment, Chen Che's heart was filled with an uncontrollable sweetness and tenderness.
His fingers traced the swan-like neck, noticing the marks of strangulation, and the slightly red and swollen handprint on her fair cheek.
A bit of regret.
The queen's delicate skin was covered with bite marks and patches of bruises.
Her thighs and buttocks were even more covered with red and swollen handprints.
On her back were the lash marks left by a belt.
Once calm, Chen Che couldn't help but curse... What a fucking bastard, truly not knowing how to cherish a beautiful woman.
Yet, it seemed this queen didn't need such tenderness.
Thinking this way, he felt much less guilty.
