Long Sijue finally released Su Qianxun when she was nearly out of breath, and he tore her clothes into shreds in an aggressive manner. He did not even give her time to catch her breath. Instead, he penetrated her impatiently.
Su Qianxun was pressed underneath him against the cushion. She grasped at the cushion tightly, so much so that her fingernails cracked and splintered. The bottle of pills slipped out of her hand and fell onto the floor next to the couch.
Ye Gu, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, heard the sounds that rang out from the back. He was holding a handkerchief and wiping the dagger in his hand expressionlessly. His movements became more and more quick and vigorous, so much so that he did not even realize that he had cut his fingers...
When they were done, Su Qianxun breathed a loud sigh of relief. There was no more energy left in her.
