There was not much expression on sang Xia's face, but when she thought about it, she felt her cheeks burning.
She decided to get up. She couldn't fall asleep.
She had forgotten whether he had wiped her clean last night. All she could hear was his unreserved voice that did not know how to restrain itself.
on the other hand, she seemed to be living in an abyss of suffering, struggling. at that moment, her heart was beating in two different extremes.
If it wasn't beating violently, it was stagnating. Her entire being was attached to him, allowing him to do as he pleased.
Sang Xia went in to take a shower. As she stood in front of the mirror, there was a moment when she did not even dare to look at her body.
It was as if she had been stained with someone else's marks and had been willfully occupied by someone else. This body no longer simply belonged to her.
What was she and Rong Zhan?
