Jian Yufei struggled incessantly, but her body was already devoid of strength.
She wasn't like him, with never-ending stamina, nor did she have his strength.
The more she struggled, the tighter he held on, it was as if he was a tendon - the more you pull it, the more it contracts.
The situation seemed somewhat out of control.
This was a public place, with many people practicing skiing.
Although they had fallen to the very bottom, some people still slid down and saw their actions.
He was thick-skinned, fearing neither heaven nor earth. Perhaps he was not afraid of being caught in this shameful act.
But she couldn't afford to lose face, wasn't it enough that she feared him?
Jian Yufei clenched her fists, wishing she could punch him in the face.
No, she wished she had a knife in her hands right now, to cut off the root of his evil!
...
She stared motionlessly at the ceiling, her body seemingly frozen stiff by the chilling air.
