"Ah!"
Gao Yanhong suddenly cried out, shaking non-stop from the pain.
"It hurts! It really hurts! You, this is really..."
Her shuddering was ceaseless, her eyebrows knotted in pain, as she drew in cool breaths lightly.
I stopped immediately.
"It's okay, keep going!" She clung to me tightly, enduring with all her might, wanting me to continue.
I didn't move, just held her, stroked her head gently, soothing her with sweet nothings, hoping to help her relax. She seemed moved, hugging me even tighter.
Her face buried in my neck, soon a warm wetness seeped out—was she crying again?
When I looked up at her, sure enough, she was crying again, her eyes brimming with tears, biting her red lips without making a sound.
"What's wrong?"
I felt a pang of heartache and hurried to comfort her.
"It's nothing!"
She turned her face away, not wanting me to see her like this, but she kept crying. "Chen Yang, let's not do this... I... I don't want to go on!"
"Why?"
I was taken aback.
