"It hurt a little just now. I feel better now," Yvette answered.
But in fact, she lied.
It hurt very much without the anesthetic, and she probably wouldn't remember how much it hurt for a long time.
The pain was stabbing and piercing.
"A little?"
Lance did not believe what she said.
He knew that she had been afraid of getting hurt. He knew it after the wedding night.
Thus, before they got laid, he often did a good amount of foreplay.
At this time, her delicate face was pale, and the hair on her forehead was wet. She was in low spirits like a withered rose.
Lance's face was gloomy. He wanted to comfort her, but at this moment, the words seemed to stick in her throat.
He clenched his fists tightly.
"I wanna kill the person who hurt her!" he thought.
However, Yvette thought that he was angry because he could get married to Yazmin.
