"Ah—" The piano keys were unbearably cold, and Tong Ran cried out in pain, tensing up like a drawn bow, her fingers involuntarily curling in, "It hurts so much!"
"Oh, you know what pain is now?"
Mo Nanjue curled his lips into a cold smile, holding her small hand tightly and pressing down. The piano keys produced a clinking and clanking sound. This piano, which they had once played together in perfect harmony, now could only produce broken sounds...
"Ah... it hurts..."
He showed no mercy, and Tong Ran, having no choice, grabbed his shoulder with her other hand. She did it forcefully, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving shocking marks...
Pain shot through his shoulders. Mo Nanjue didn't stop his actions even as sweat slid down his flawless side profile, "When he was with you like this, did you react just as intensely?"
