She looked around and confirmed she was still in the same room as yesterday.
Had she fallen asleep?
With that thought, she tried to move her hand, only to find that her left hand was completely unable to lift.
The slightest movement brought piercing pain.
Apparently, the wound must have clotted and scabbed over.
But she was lucky not to have bled out and died.
Tong Ran's eyes widened as she stared at the ceiling, letting out a breath. The memories of last night slowly became clearer in her mind.
First, she had cut her hand, then she pricked herself with a needle, stripped naked, and threw herself onto Mo Nanjue, and then… he took over, pinning her beneath him on the bed.
After that… all she remembered was the pain, endless, excruciating pain that lasted from night till dawn.
Even now, she found it unbelievable—where had she gotten the courage and strength last night? She had actually managed to hold him down…
So… where was Mo Nanjue now?
Was he alright?
