Luo Qiangwei struggled to open her eyes wide, trying to discern what he was saying, even wanting to refuse.
But she couldn't.
The strong masculine hormone unique to Moh Shiche enveloped her, seizing her reason and everything else; just his husky whisper in her ear was enough to make her sink and succumb.
Against such a Moh Shiche, Luo Qiangwei had absolutely no resistance...
Or rather, deep down she didn't really want to resist.
Since her rebirth until now, she had kept herself too tense, resisting everything that belonged to him, even though she knew that sometimes he was caring for her, she would subconsciously choose to avoid it.
She dared not let herself be moved by him, not even for a millisecond. She reminded herself constantly to hate him, believing that she should hate him fiercely.
But the hate derived from love is, in essence, just love taken to its extreme...
Moh Shiche grasped Luo Qiangwei's shoulders, turning her limp body around to face him.
