An Ruo instantly calmed down and stopped struggling.
She didn't know why Tang Yuchen had said those words to her, but she came to her senses, realizing she could not resist him.
As the man kissed her again, his burning hand slipped under the blanket, directly covering her smooth body. The temperature in the room began to rise, An Ruo feeling hot all over as if she was trapped in a sauna, sweating profusely.
A night of passion, a room filled with romance.
After breaking a sweat, when An Ruo woke up the next day, she felt much better, and her body had regained strength.
Tang Yuchen had promised her he would let An Ji go, and An Ji was brought to the villa. He didn't sleep all night and seemed even thinner.
But his gaze was still as defiant as ever.
"Xiao Ji, are you alright?" An Ruo hugged him cheerfully, feeling the hate and pain in her heart dissipate as she saw he was unharmed.
