He held her waist, and his movements that night were particularly intense, perhaps fueled by his anger.
Gu Nanqiao initially managed to bite her lip and endure, but eventually, she couldn't hold back anymore and started to cry softly.
Huo Jingting seemed to have boundless energy, sweat sliding down his cheeks as he said in a hoarse voice, "Cry out louder."
Her mind felt heavy, as if she had narrowly escaped death.
She remained confused for a while before gradually regaining consciousness.
But he still seemed unwilling to let her go, keeping his hold on her waist, preventing her from leaving.
Gu Nanqiao raised her hand to his shoulder and pinched him hard, "Are you done yet?"
"Not yet." The man gasped back, his forehead veins throbbing with excitement. His deep eyes seemed immersed in a sea of desire as he stared unblinkingly at the mirror, "Xiaoqiao, look at the mirror."
