Her refusal to engage made him furious, left him frustrated, and made his actions increasingly rough and intense.
This was a battle for control: he to conquer, she to resist. Everyone wanted to win, no one could afford to lose.
The cost of losing was too great for anyone to pay...
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A night of turmoil had exhausted An Ruo, and by the time she woke up, it was already noon.
There were many clothes in the wardrobe, all prepared for her by Tang Yuchen's servants.
Despite their notable brand value, to her, they were no different from ordinary clothes.
Picking a T-shirt and a pair of pants at random, An Ruo opened the door and went downstairs.
When Uncle Tao saw her coming down, he kindly went forward to console her, "Young Lady, just write down one good thing about the young master today. Don't be too hard on yourself, be careful not to starve yourself."
In reality, An Ruo didn't like any of the servants in the villa because they were all Tang Yuchen's.
