It hurts.
It really hurts so much.
Tang Sitian's entire face was stiff and wooden. Although she had been with him many times before, this was the first time he had been so brutally rough. The man was merciless, full of anger, even biting her.
She struggled nonstop in pain, her eyes already bloodshot, yet she desperately tried to endure without letting a single tear fall.
She did not cry out, not a sound of pain or pleasure escaped her, as if this was merely his way of venting and she refused to even give the most basic response.
This kind of endurance only enraged the man on top of her even more. The last rational string in his mind finally snapped, and he tormented her even more ferociously, leaving bruises wherever his hands touched.
Perhaps it was too painful, or the position too humiliating, but in the end, Tang Sitian's tears still fell. However, as if all sobbing had been stifled inside her, only the continuous flow of tears proved that she was crying.
