Resigned, she closed her eyes, seemingly allowing him to do as he wished. Tears flowed from her eyes. Had she just experienced his brutal side? Was he truly suitable for her?
An ambiguous atmosphere filled the room as the weight on her body lightened. His passionate lips brushed past her earlobe, tracing her neck with a wet, hot tongue.
Jing Xin’s struggle had unknowingly stopped. His sudden gentleness left her at a loss, and a strange emotion wandered through her body as she involuntarily caressed his back.
Her body slightly turned, and Jing Xin was laid on the bed by Jiang Xiangyang’s force. He pressed down, his soft kisses trailing along her facial contours. His cold fingers awkwardly unbuttoned her clothing, making her shiver as she reflexively crossed her arms over her chest.
Impatient, Jiang Xiangyang grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. His heavy breath was hot against her face, igniting every inch of her skin. Eventually, their clothes had fallen away, and their bodies were tightly pressed together. Jing Xin’s hands were now free, and she caressed his solid chest. For Jiang Xiangyang, such actions were a provocation. He growled low, burying himself in her warmth.
Although she was mentally prepared, the tearing pain still made Jing Xin gasp. Her nails dug into his skin with each rhythm, intertwining pain and happiness. Tears flowed. What regrets could there be? She loved him and was willing to offer everything, hoping for more gentleness—though such tenderness seemed elusive with Jiang Xiangyang.
The experience was nothing like the ecstasy depicted in novels; it was solely painful and uncomfortable.
Jiang Xiangyang was satisfied. After everything ended, he propped himself up and removed her hand covering her eyes.
Jing Xin shyly closed her eyes, her face flushed. She couldn’t face him now.
Jiang Xiangyang’s low voice came from above: “It seems you don’t plan to look at me.” A hand reached under her armpit.
Jing Xin, fearing being tickled, giggled and twisted to escape, unaware that her movement reignited desire in Jiang Xiangyang. His palm caressed her skin, making her tremble. She opened her eyes to gaze at him softly.
The man narrowed his eyes, smiling wickedly: “Your expression makes me feel defeated.”
