Jin Min's eyes held a hint of desolation, a sorrow she was unwilling to recall.
"If I hadn't been ruined, I wouldn't have been with you."
"Good girl." He grabbed hold of her, suddenly lifted her skirt, and without any preparation, he took her like that.
"You—"
Qin Mofeng interrupted her, saying, "Who knows if this will be the last time? Jin Min, there's something I've always wanted to tell you."
"What?" A sudden feeling of sorrow crept into her heart, it all felt too bleak.
It hurt.
Qin Mofeng gave her no preparation, he held her against the sofa's back and entered her directly from the front, she couldn't control her emotions, tears streamed down from the pain.
He watched, without any tenderness, only more savage emotions.
He was making her remember this feeling in a way that belonged to Qin Mofeng.
Quickly, it was over in just over ten minutes.
