His movements became increasingly rough, his hand gripping her waist almost seemed like it would snap her in half.
Without a trace of affection, without a hint of pity.
It was as if this act of intimate love between a couple was meant solely to torment her.
Though Lan Yue was in severe pain, with tears continuously falling from her eyes, her heart was a mix of joy and sorrow.
She was glad to see him again.
No matter how he wanted to treat her, as long as it made him happy, whether venting or tormenting, she would have no regrets.
In the darkness, Xiao Chen's eyes were full of anger and sadness.
In the cramped bathroom, only his heavy breathing and the sound of their bodies colliding could be heard.
Lan Yue was pressed against the wall by him, her legs so weak she almost collapsed to the ground.
Yet Xiao Chen showed no sign of stopping, his large hand gripping her waist, turning her to the other side, pushing her in front of the sink, and pressing her upper body against it.
