"..."
The injuries she sustained on her hands for his sake were also indelible…
But even the most indelible things cannot withstand the cruelty of time…
Tong Ran opened her mouth, a fragmented voice lodged in her throat.
But this time, before she could speak, Mo Nanjue assertively leaned in. The man wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pinning her against the column, his gaze deep and lucid…
He had said, she only had one chance.
"Mmm…"
Tong Ran could stand up only because he was pulling her, naturally lacking the strength to resist him, letting his punitive fingers brush past her lips, causing an involuntary shiver wherever they touched.
"Tong Ran," the man chuckled softly as he traced the contour of her lips, "your body is much more honest than you are."
Her body had completely accepted him.
Even instinctively responding to his movements, seamlessly, even if Tong Ran wished to resist, their bodies were perfectly in sync.
