Lu Jingchen looked down at the woman in front of him who was bowing her head and refusing to look at him, his Adam's apple bobbing as he half-squatted before her, cradling her face in his hands, he softly called out, "Qiaoqiao, I lost control last night, I'm sorry..."
Enveloped in rage and passion, he was fully aware of how harshly he had tormented her last night, having put her through a relentless ordeal inside and out.
Song Qiao looked up and directly into the eyes of the man before her, immediately meeting his profound gaze, seeing the reflection of herself clearly within them.
