A glimmer of menace flashed through Yuntian's eyes.
He pinned her against his massive office desk.
The pain nearly suffocated her.
But no matter how much it hurt physically, it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
She closed her eyes, tears trickling down from the corners, falling on the desk.
Yuntian standing in front of her had already been engulfed by fury and lost all reason.
This torture lasted for God knows how long, until Tianxing could no longer endure and fainted.
Looking at the bruises on her body, Yuntian felt a sudden intense pain in his heart.
He raised his hand to caress her gently, but his hand stopped mid-air, gradually tensed, and he withdrew it.
As he gazed at her frail figure, his thin lips pressed into a straight line. He carried her back to the bedroom.
Midnight came. Yuntian awoke with a start, it felt as if he was embracing a furnace.
Tianxing's body temperature had become uncomfortably high.
