"Slap!" A crisp slap echoed on the beach, and the drunken Olaf York couldn't control his strength, instantly leaving five red fingerprints on Yenny Canfield's face.
"You hit me?" Yenny Canfield covered her burning cheek, looking at the man in front of her with disbelief.
This man, he was the first man in her life, and she had given him her first time.
This man, he had whispered sweet nothings to her in bed, even telling her that her skin was as delicate as a baby's.
This man, he had been with her five times in one night, and during the intense moments, he even said he'd willingly die on top of her!
She had once thought that these were the proofs and expressions of his love for her, and that a man's infatuation with her body was the promise of love, right?
Back in those days, this man couldn't stay away from her every night. She remembered once when she went shopping with friends in Hong Kong and didn't return that night, he flew to Hong Kong in the middle of the night.
