Between her and Si Ye, it was just a transaction, mutually exploiting each other for gain.
So facing him, she wouldn't have feelings, and she wouldn't have resentment either.
Of course, when finding a way to leave, she wouldn't feel guilty.
Her calm reaction made Si Ye feel even more frustrated, a glint of coldness flashing through his eyes, and he couldn't care less, his hands tightly gripping her waist as he took her fiercely.
Chen Zhi's face turned pale from the pain due to his forceful actions. She clenched his shoulders tightly with her hands, biting down and not making a sound.
As the positions changed one after another, Chen Zhi's hands grasped the edge of the bathtub, her fingers turning white from the pressure, but she never gave in.
In Si Ye's eyes, there was a dark and menacing look, no trace of passion—only anger and defeat.
He reached out and pinched her chin, his voice cold, "Open your mouth for me!"
