However, Tang Yu just bit her lips tightly, sobbing in pain, stubbornly refusing to utter a word.
Ye Sihan stared at her dark, bloodshot eyes, "Fine, whenever you answer, that's when I'll let you go."
"Please..." Tang Yu's tears slid down, her voice hoarse and pained.
"Wrong answer." Ye Sihan carried her to the sofa, and during that time, they never parted.
Tang Yu struggled painfully against him.
Ye Sihan's brows were tightly knit, his breath turned into a fierce pant, as if he couldn't take it anymore, yet he blamed Tang Yu.
Thus, he punished her even more uncontrollably.
Tang Yu didn't know how long she had been tormented on the sofa, nor how long back on the bed, her body devoid of any strength, as limp as mud.
However, this did not mean that Ye Sihan would be merciful or let her go.
Fainting, then being woken up, waking then fainting again, over and over.
Tang Yu's body, her spirit, endured the most terrible destruction in the world.
