"Ah!"
A high, trembling scream.
As I thrust into her, Zhou Yaoyao's delicate body shook violently, the pain severe. Her slender, pale hands tightly clutched the arm I had wrapped around her waist.
"Sister Yaoyao, does it hurt a lot?"
"Mhm!" Zhou Yaoyao bit her red lips and responded softly, her brows knitted in pain, and she seemed to feel a bit nauseous again; even her breathing became rapid.
"Still not okay?"
I immediately stopped and did not continue.
"No... it's okay!" Zhou Yaoyao patted her chest, not looking at me, eyes upraised to the sky, and she took deep breaths from time to time, gradually calming down.
"Dr. Chen, keep going! I'm alright now!" She squeezed me with her legs, hooking around my waist.
She stopped looking at me and kept gazing at the sky, as if trying to distract herself.
I hesitated for a moment but decided to continue. Sister Yaoyao had said that if she wanted to overcome this trauma, she had to try; otherwise, she would never get over it.
