Nan Sichen's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't give Qin Yin any chance to resist. He grabbed her wrist, forcibly pulled her into his arms, and kissed her, pinning her hands above her head with one hand while the other tore at her clothes.
"Stop it, don't touch me," Qin Yin yelled angrily.
"You are my wife; it is your duty," Nan Sichen said just as fiercely.
With a ripping sound, he tore her clothes apart and bent down to kiss her without care.
"Let me go, let me go..." Qin Yin cried out, but she couldn't stop Nan Sichen's rough actions.
And she quickly reacted herself, her body trembling lightly. She tried hard to make her voice sound angry, but it came out weak and feeble, almost coquettish.
She couldn't control herself, and she couldn't control Nan Sichen. Although her mind was resisting, her body wouldn't obey.
So all she could do was weep in silence.
