"Amou, I used to make you put up with so much, so from now on, I don't want you to suffer anymore, I have no other intentions." Ye Qilan squeezed Su Hongxing tight: "Sometimes, I wish I could keep you inside me, to be one with me."
The intensity of his grip made Su Hongxing short of breath. She struggled a bit but couldn't get out of his hold, instead, he squeezed her even tighter, almost flattening her chest.
It was normal at first, but when his heavy breathing reached her, she dared not move any more.
She knew that even though they were holding each other at the moment, she had no love for him.
Would she ever be moved by Ye Qilan again?
She didn't want to hurt others anymore; being with Ye Qilan was a resignation to fate.
"Fourth Brother, I've brought Little Pudding over." Fu Yan's voice grew closer.
"Fourth Brother, here's Little Pudding…" Little Pudding mimicked the sound.
