Song Song didn't know what happened later, she only knew that she was the one who started this fire. The man's rough voice stayed by her ear, vaguely saying, "Little thing, I originally wanted you to rest well, but you... really don't listen. So, don't blame me, if you really can't get out of bed, don't cry, hmm?"
The man's words seemed to be close to her, yet they also seemed far away. In this proximity and distance, Song Song felt like she was about to be crushed into glass shards.
Swept up and down, she was so uncomfortable that she left mottled marks on the man's back—
No matter how much it hurt, she didn't want him to leave her even for a step.
She didn't know when, but her feelings for him had intensified to a frightening degree. It wasn't just simple love, it seemed mixed with an overwhelming possessiveness.
She felt he belonged to her, and no one else should touch him!
For this, she would pay any price.
