Water from the showerhead rained down over her, and the air began to steam up, forming a faint mist. She leaned against the door, slowly sliding down to the ground. She sat on its cold, hard surface, wrapping her arms around herself tightly.
The bruises on her wrist were still there.
As Xia Ling stared at the faint traces of the wound, her body began to tremble.
She had been with Li Lei for a rather long time, and she felt no repulsion towards his touch. If he did use more force in his expression of desire for her sometimes, she would be angry but wouldn't cross over to her being terrified or furious. However, he used a tie to tie her.
This scared her to death.
Why did he not stop when she said no?!
A knock sounded from outside.
"Xiao Ling," Li Lei sounded tense. "What's wrong with you? Open the door."
