The cold water continued to rain on their bodies before it fell on the white ceramic tiles. It hurt so much that Tang Mo'er was grinding her teeth to hold back gasps of pain. She wanted to speak but couldn't utter a word.
Her delicate body was held down by him and all she could do was accept his blind, drunken rage…
…
One hour later.
Tang Mo'er was thrown on the soft bed, her tiny hands grabbing the quilt under her. She felt something heavy on her body, he had pressed himself on her again.
She was fully aware of his energy levels, he had incomparable stamina. At the earlier stages of their relationship, Qi Xi had pointed out that he had a male dog's waist, he had strong desires and when they had a loving relationship, it was an indescribable sort of romance. However, all that was left for her now was an extreme form of torture.
