The man's lips were frighteningly hot and his gentle gaze reflected her slightly flustered look. The man's eyes were unbelievably tender at this moment as he gazed deeply into her heart.
She only felt an incomparably familiar gentleness slowly eroding her rationality. In the midst of her breathing, she temporarily forgot all her grudges.
She only wanted to indulge in his gentleness and love at this moment. Out of habit, she wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
Every action of the man was domineering and overbearing, as if he was venting his inner dissatisfaction. The oppression and torture in his heart forced her to feel his restlessness and struggle in pain.
She did not know when the medicine disappeared. She did not know if she had drunk it or if he had drunk it. Her breath was taken away bit by bit and her mind was blank.
