After diagnosing Lian Xinying, Yan Ye then left the room.
Soon after, he returned with a pack of condoms.
Upon entering the bedroom, he started to unbutton his shirt.
Lian Xinying sensed he was about to play rough, so she quietly turned her back to him, pretending to sleep.
"Yingying, aside from your chin and birthmark, where else did you get hurt?" Yan Ye knew she was playing dead, so he initiated conversation with her.
Lian Xinying didn't respond.
"Yingying, do you want to take off your clothes by yourself, or should I help you?" When Yan Ye received no reply to his serious question, he could only switch to a less serious topic.
Lian Xinying trembled, biting her teeth and continuing to endure without responding.
"Yingying, later on, should we do it with you on top or me? Or shall we do it sitting? I want to enter from behind..." Yan Ye wasn't the least bit embarrassed by the silence, going on and on by himself.
