Song Qinghuan's body was slammed onto the bed, sending her into a dizzy spell.
She attempted to get up in a panic, trying to hold her body, but before she could react, Shi Yuhuan leaned over and kissed her lips.
This kiss was cold as ice, devoid of all warmth, devoid of all tenderness, almost like gnawing.
Song Qinghuan was holding onto his shirt, using all her strength, but she was completely unable to push him away, and could only let him do as he pleased.
It hurt, it really hurt.
The pain was so great that even her faint breath seemed as if it was going to disappear, her body trembling incessantly.
Her heart was suffocating, overwhelmingly heavy, suppressed as if it was going to explode, but he couldn't find a way out, entwining with her, as if they had to entwine all the way to their souls to feel any relief.
