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The damp night in Beijing was swept by a gust of wind, shaking tree shadows and rustling, sounding through the window like a young girl's sobbing.
The master bedroom of the quadrangle courtyard house.
The tie around her wrist had loosened long ago; Jiang Ni lay on the pillow in a state of powerlessness and self-abandonment, letting him take what he wished.
At first, she wanted to argue back, but he gave her no chance to speak.
He nipped at her; she retaliated by biting back. Seizing the moment he turned her over, she raised her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder.
She preferred biting him over scratching his back when it hurt, as she had done before.
It's just that she hadn't dared to do so before.
Now, it didn't matter.
Qin Jijing seemed to have a high pain tolerance; when she bit hard, he only chuckled lightly. When she let go, he pried open her mouth with his fingertips and pressed firmly against her canine tooth.