Ling Chuxia dared not move recklessly anymore; her hands shifted to grasp the sheets, clenching them tightly as if this could somehow alleviate a speck of her pain.
She kept her eyes tightly shut, striving to focus her attention elsewhere so that she could ignore the piercing pain, the unbearable process.
The more she did this, the more frenzied and intense Shi Che became, with rage mixed with desire, as if he was determined to burn someone to ashes.
Time passed without her knowing how long, but when Ling Chuxia genuinely thought she might be killed, Shi Che finally stopped.
The moment his body left hers, he coldly flung her aside without an ounce of pity, as if he was reluctant to touch her any more than necessary.
Thrown back onto the bed, her body weak and numb, Chuxia watched as Shi Che indifferently donned a bathrobe and left the room, her heart sharply twisting.