Chen Xueru's tears, like pearls from a broken string, fell incessantly. She abandoned all resistance, enduring the pain he inflicted, biting down hard on her lower lip. Even as her lip broke and she tasted blood, she neither pleaded nor made a sound.
Tang Shuwen was completely immersed in the immense physical pleasure. Her body showed no signs of having borne a child; it was incredibly firm and captivating. Her contractions due to pain made him feel exceptionally good, and all the blood rushed downwards. His eyes, burning red with desire, couldn't see the silent agony of the woman beneath him, nor her despondent expression.
His ravaging intensified. A peculiar lubrication began to appear within her, making his movements smoother and more intoxicating. He thrust forcefully, plundering. Chen Xueru emptied her mind, her soul and body seemingly existing in separate spaces. She protected herself, and the physical pain seemed bearable.
