Even when it reached the end, when he felt the climax approaching, he could no longer distinguish whether his chest was filled with desire or anger.
But when he had thoroughly satisfied his body, the anger began to rumble in his brain once again.
He watched her lying weakly on the bed, eyes closed, so quiet, just like a breathless, delicate doll, and he felt dissatisfied at the bottom of his heart again. He thought, he loved her so much, but what was so good about her?
Her personality? But Huazi and the others all said her personality was too spoiled and annoying, unbearable for most men.
Her background? Even less so, she was just an abandoned girl with an unknown father and an unwanted mother.
Her looks? She was pretty, but in this world, beauties were a dime a dozen, too numerous to count.
