Just as Sang Luo thought it was almost over, he suddenly flipped her over.
His large hand gripped her waist as he thrust into her violently.
The impact nearly knocked Sang Luo's soul from her body.
Her fingers dug into the blankets, her vision blurred by tears.
'Wasn't it almost over... Why is he still...'
Sang Luo looked up, her gaze meeting a pair of icy, bottomless eyes.
She held her breath. Her watery eyes widened in astonishment as a profound sense of dread washed over her.
She was more than familiar with Lan Cang; those eyes were definitely not his!
'Then who was he?'
A terrible thought suddenly arose in Sang Luo's mind.
Before she could think it through, she passed out.
