She spent a long time falling asleep in his arms, with despair and reluctance clinging to her.
Gong Heng squinted at her profile, sighed softly, tucked her in properly, and walked out.
He dialed a number.
"Xiusi, switch to the number three compound," he said.
An interested voice from the other end of the line replied, "What, is the effect too strong for you to handle?"
"Her skin is thin, she's putting up quite a fuss."
Desperation was etched deeply on Gong Heng's face. The bone-deep pleasure and excitement from last night were unprecedented, and he was addicted.
It's just that the person asleep inside had an overwhelming reaction, seeing her resist and despair like this was something he had never encountered before, not even two years ago when he had forced her for the first time. Her reaction wasn't as intense as today.
Last night was too much.
Zhuo Xiusi's voice rose incredulously, "No way, you're backing down?"
