This relationship was torture for Li Yinian, but it was definitely not enjoyable for Qiao Yanze. The woman's body was extremely stiff. Although she no longer struggled, every cell in her body was resisting his closeness.
She bit her lip. Other than the groans that came from her throat when she couldn't take the pain anymore, she didn't make any more sound. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes kept trembling. Her dark eyes made her pale face look even paler, as if her life was fading bit by bit.
Qiao Yanze took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her. She trembled but did not reject him, but her lips were not warm at all.
The man was stunned by the cold touch.
He stared at her, as if he wanted to take in every expression of hers. The familiar forbearance made his pupils contract.
Qiao Yanze didn't seem to want to give up. He pressed her down hard, only to see her tightly furrowed brows and increasingly broken and painful expression.
