The space that should have been scorching hot felt exceptionally cold at this moment.
Xiao Ye kept planting marks on Yao Beidi's body incessantly.
Yao Beidi's resistance gradually weakened, losing its strength bit by bit. Slowly, she began to resign herself to fate, just lying there silently, staring at the man before her who seemed to have gone insane.
She thought her heart would never ache again.
At least not after what happened with Xiaoxiao; she thought she'd never feel heartache again.
It turns out, the pain of the heart never truly goes numb.
"Xiao Ye, is this what you once promised me? That you'd never touch me?" Yao Beidi asked him.
She asked that crazed man who seemed to have lost all sense of reason at that moment.
Yet, even as he heard her voice, that man remained indifferent.
A woman's body is not like a man's.
At least not like hers and Xiao Ye's.
She couldn't separate her body from her soul and lie with him like this. She couldn't.
