The woman in his embrace lifted her face, a few strands of hair fluttering across her pale complexion.
She nodded, "If this makes you feel a bit more at ease, then okay."
Make him feel a bit more at ease?
Mo Shiqian looked down at the beautiful face, a mix of light and shadow that was now indistinguishable, and as he listened to her, it was as if a hand had reached into his chest and clenched tightly around his heart.
There were no other sensations, just a heavy suffocation.
He gazed down at her, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid and heavy, because of the desolation and emptiness that spread rapidly in his heart, he bit down on her lips again.
This time there was no taste of a kiss, just pure gnawing.
Like hatred, or perhaps venting hate.
She never struggled, allowing him to take what he wanted, as if she didn't feel pain.
It wasn't that it wasn't painful, it was just that this pain was nothing compared to what was in her heart.
