How soul-consuming that was!
She was an incredibly sensitive girl, and even though she was reluctant in her heart, her body had completely lost control, warming up for him, blossoming entirely for him.
"Lian Qiao!" His voice softly called her name as he pressed her petite body down firmly and bit her ear arrogantly, panting heavily as he demanded, "Who am I, say who I am? Tell me who I am?!"
Yet, the somewhat pained Lian Qiao bit down on her lower lip with all her might, her hands clawing at his shoulders, and she didn't make a single sound.
Stubborn, obstinate, headstrong—these words all described her.
"Say it, say it to me!" he insisted, determined to force that phrase out of her.
"Xing Liehuo!" She was infuriated, her body was pleasured by him, but her heart harbored an immense hatred towards him, this contradiction made her feel incredibly conflicted.
