Xia Yangyang wanted to leave.
Gu Qichen grabbed Xia Yangyang's arm again: "Without anyone to serve, how could that be, why not just come to you directly? As they say, new clothes are not as good as old companions."
Gu Qichen leaned in and kissed her.
With an air of dominance and unforgivable anger.
No matter how Xia Yangyang struggled, it was futile.
In the end, Xia Yangyang gave in.
Perhaps the warmth of their skin ignited a flame between them.
During those final moments, Xia Yangyang didn't feel like Gu Qichen was forcing her.
Instead, it was years of suppressed yearning and longing that gushed out.
She never closed her eyes.
Clearly watching this man rage, obsess, indulge, and find satisfaction.
Gu Qichen kept kissing her eyes, trying to make Xia Yangyang close them.
Because from her clear eyes, Gu Qichen could see his own downfall.
Xia Yangyang's lucidity was like a knife, stabbing directly into his heart with each glance.
He knew he was forcing her.
