The Fruit of Love (1)

Surrounded by darkness, Xu Weilai could almost hear Gu Yu's scornful laughter. Just almost. The very next moment, the man's lips parted, and he spat his answer, "Doing you!"

Without giving Xu Weilai a chance to speak, Gu Yu covered her mouth with his and swallowed all her words of protest. Her wrists were clamped in his hands and held above her head.

The physical abilities of men and women differed greatly, and Gu Yu had the absolute advantage. Even though Xu Weilai had exerted her full force in her struggle, she was merely like a fish on the chopping block, ripe for the taking.

Fear and trauma overcame her, and her body turned uncontrollably stiff and cold.

Gu Yu seemed to sense the change in her, and he paused his actions for a moment. His dark eyes hid his ominous intentions as they fell on her pale face.