Tang Yu was panting slightly, her mind a mush.
She no longer had the energy to think about what that old man had done to her.
Her body, including her thoughts, was completely dominated by the overbearing and strong Ye Sihan.
Towards the end, both her wrists didn't need to be held anymore, she was completely out of strength.
"You are mine, only I can touch you, understand?" Ye Sihan's voice was hoarse.
If Tang Yu hadn't been injured and it weren't inconvenient, he would have gone even further.
"Stop, stop kissing..." Tang Yu breathed rapidly, almost out of breath.
Her voice was weak and pitiful.
Finally, Ye Sihan released her, his dark eyes staring at her deeply, as dangerous as a beast in the night stalking its prey.
The rough pads of his fingers brushed over her swollen, moist lips, "Remember, those people never existed in this world."
Tang Yu's eyes were trembling with mist, dazed and feeble.
