She used almost all of her energy to haul Su Zhinian into his bed. After she pulled off his jacket, put him into bed, and prepared to leave, he suddenly reached out for her wrist. And then…
And then, he dragged her into bed and pressed her down onto it.
Song Qingchun's eyelashes started to shiver when she thought about what happened next. Even after so many years, she could still remember clearly how desperately she had begged Su Zhinian to let her go.
She cried until she choked on her tears, but he powered on like he could not hear her pleas for help and boorishly tore her clothes into shreds. She struggled so hard that night that her fingernails clawed out blood on his shoulders…
Honestly, she could not remember fully everything that had happened that night, then again, who could have blamed her? Perhaps her psyche had helped her block out her consciousness when the deed went down.
