Yet he didn't know the day she went to hell, he was actually already in hell himself.
His hand suddenly pressed hard against her head, pressing her closer against him as if it was the only way to warm up both their cold souls again.
To make both shattered hearts beat again.
Xia Ruoxin slightly opened her eyes, tasting her unexpectedly bitter tears between her lips.
In the room, under the dim lights, their proximity continued from the living room to where they were. He took away her breath, her soul, her everything.
She clutched tightly at his clothes, igniting a feeling of desire she had never experienced before between her fingers. He was never gentle towards her, because other than pain, he only gave her cruelty.
But that night, why had he given her so much more? It was such a loving kiss as their tongues entangled together. She pulled back, but his dominance left her nowhere to hide.
