"Ehm…" she started to cry all of a sudden. She bit her lips and cried. By then, tears had streaked down her porcelain face. Just a slight push and he may crush her soul.
Chu Lui abruptly stopped his movements. "No crying," he softly ordered as if he was suppressing something. Xia Ruoxin slightly shook her head. She did not want to, but she could tolerate it no more. The tears fell on their own accord.
"Is it that miserable for you to be physically intimate with me?" He had stopped, but he was still inside her. Her veins were vaguely visible on her forehead. She was enduring and so was he.
"Pain…" Tears had made her vision hazy. She could only make out the man's blurry silhouette. A single word escaped from her mouth; however, it was not out of misery—it was of pain.
Chu Lui blinked hard, and he held on tightly to her waist, his hand wrapped around it.
