She frantically kicked and struggled, sobbing and screaming, "Anjue, I hate you! I hate you!"
His movements paused, looking at her tear-streaked face, his heart ached. That feeling spread through his body, but compared to the torment he endured day and night for the past two years, this pain was too light.
Insignificant.
"Hate me all you want!" he said indifferently, "For the rest of your life, you can only stay by my side, you can go nowhere else. From the moment you said you hated me, remember, your life, your body, your person, your soul, everything about you is mine!"
Then...
Two years had passed, and her constitution still hadn't changed. She couldn't handle it twice before fainting, which troubled him greatly.
She was still very weak, while he had grown stronger. The restraint over the past two years had intensified his needs, to the point where he wished he could devour her whole. God knows how beautiful and alluring her cries sounded, driving him to madness.
