now that I’ve lost my singing voice.” 。You should thank me, you know It's because of me that you sing, and your voice can sound so good now. 。"The little girl, Jian Tong, remained silent. After the...Jian Tong stiffened all over. The heat from the man radiated through two layers of fabric, still distinctly palpable.

She didn't dare to move, she was afraid.

At least, she couldn't accept this at the moment.

They say time heals all wounds, but many things become heart-wrenching memories as time passes.

The palms on his shoulders, scorchingly hot, were not just his palms, his chest, every inch of his body, was burning with heat.

At first, the breath sprayed on her cheekbone, and then, inch by inch, it moved down, to her earlobe, her neck.

The woman bit her lip tightly, whether in forbearance or something else, a searing hand darted into her nightgown, anger flashed in her eyes, and she still gritted her teeth.

But he held his palm tightly, his nails digging deep into it.

She tried hard to ignore it, but the hand was ever-present, hovering along her waistline. She told herself, just a little longer, just one more moment.

But the next second!

She was suddenly terrified, her eyes wide with alarm!

In the depths of his eyes, there was finally another emotion besides anger and forbearance—fear.

"Shen Xiujin! Are you crazy!" Her voice, ruined from years of overuse, was shockingly sharp in this moment.

She thought she was brave, she thought she could handle it, but she overestimated herself!

The hand on her lower back tightened its grip, "Don't touch there!" she yelled at him. Her voice, hoarse from the smoke, tried to scream like a normal person, shrill and unpleasant. In the past, she would have deliberately lowered her voice, hiding this terrible sound, wanting to appear like everyone else.

But today, she couldn't care less.

"Don't touch, don't touch, Shen Xiujin, please don't touch me." She struggled, struggling desperately, wanting to break free, but the man's palm was like an iron clamp, holding her tightly, not letting go at all.

"Don't touch there, Shen Xiujin…" Tears finally welled up in the woman's eyes, her voice hoarse and rough: "Anywhere else is fine, but not there... Shen Xiujin, please, just don't touch there..."

The man's hand clasped tightly around the woman's waist. He felt her struggles, her fear, her trembling body. The fear trembled through his palm, traveling all the way to his heart.

Ouch!

Unbearable pain!

It hurts more than ever before!

This is her wound, but his pain.

The woman struggled, fear causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. The man's hand gripping her waist trembled slightly as well. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice that his large hand was shaking while still firmly holding her slender waist.

Shen Xiujin didn't say a word. His eyes were already filled with pain, but he still kept his thin lips tightly pressed together. Without a sound, he flipped the woman in his arms over with one hand, facing down and imprisoning her in his embrace.

Tears welled up in Jian Tong's eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She held back her tears, appearing vulnerable yet resisting through this subtle means.

She struggled, her legs flailing wildly. As she kicked, the man's strong calf pressed down on one of her legs, immobilizing it. Unable to see behind her, she reached out and swung blindly, hitting whatever she could reach.

She flailed wildly, and an iron clamp seized her two wrists, pinning them behind her back with a viselike grip.

"Shen Xiujin! You bastard! You son of a bitch! You said it!"

You said so! You said so!!!

She cried out, her eyes becoming increasingly red. The tears she desperately held back, why would she cry Why should she cry

Who

Why

Him

No!

No!

The pain in a man's eyes, almost solidified, he was focused solely on what he was doing. His movements became more rough, seeming savage at first glance, but each action was so meticulous.

Suddenly!

Jian Tong's eyes widened in terror, and she stopped crying. Her body trembled uncontrollably, like chaff scattered by the wind. Her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton.

A chill ran down her spine, and her nightgown was suddenly pulled open.

"Ah!" she screamed with all her might, the sound shrill and grating: "Shen Xiujin! I hate you!"

The man's long and narrow eyes were filled with intense pain, his heart being ripped apart like a saw!

He pressed down on the woman beneath him, his solid calves pinning her restless legs. His powerful hand gripped both her wrists in a single, tight hold. Suddenly, he lowered his head, his dark skull devoutly resting against her lower back. A searing kiss landed upon the grotesque scar there, where emptiness yawned. He would willingly carve out his own heart to fill that void.

Jian Tong struggled with increasing ferocity. Her forehead was slick with sweat, her waist-length hair clinging to her face. It stuck to her thin, bony back like glue.

She seemed to be fighting with her life, but the harder she struggled, the tighter Shen Xiujin kissed her, one after another.

"Shen Xiujin! I hate you! Can't you hear me I hate you! Hate you! Hate you!" She frantically twisted her waist, trying to dodge the string of tender kisses. She screamed and cried and cursed. Tears she had been holding back finally burst forth, overwhelming her.

She didn't know what she was saying, it didn't matter what she said, as long as she could stop this madman on her body from doing these crazy things, anything would do!

“Stop! Stop!” Her raspy voice issued a childlike scream.

But that madman, he didn't care at all!

Jian Tong clutched her palms tightly, almost squeezing blood out. "Shen Xiujin! Don't touch it, don't touch there anymore."

The man remained silent, as if he hadn't heard. He gently laid a string of long, lingering kisses upon her, one after another. But what he desired was more than just her body.

Her long, black hair fell to her waist. Her handsome and aloof features were now filled with pious worship, her thin lips burning hot as she pressed kiss after kiss upon them.

Each kiss was like a remorseful regret. He also had ulterior motives; he wanted a reaction from her, not those indifferent eyes and nonchalant words.

Cruel… he always is cruel to her.

But he had no other way to prove it, in her heart, there was him, Shen Xiujin.

Yikes!

OMG! That's intense!

He was afraid that in her heart, she had already dismissed his place as Shen Xiujin!

He was afraid she had stopped caring about him completely.

These days, he was afraid of her indifference, her coldness, her calmness, the dead water in her eyes, and so on! He was so afraid his heart ached! He wanted her to react to him, not like a withered branch, a soulless shell.

He forced her to face him, to face their past, to face their love.

Even if it hurts!

Jian Tong panted heavily, her stamina already weak. This dilapidated body of hers had long since decayed beyond repair.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and choked sobs escaped her throat.

The bitterness in her eyes was heartbreaking. The stars in her eyes gradually dimmed, as if she was wronged, compromising, pleading: "Let me do it. I'll do anything you want. Anything."

She even disregarded her own dignity and said, "Shen Xiujin, I can take off my clothes myself and lie flat for you to do whatever you want. Please, please, don't... touch there anymore." Any place else is fine, being so lowly and degrading is also okay... just please don't touch there anymore.

Pain, so much pain... Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. for Jian Tong. 。Start the car, press the gas pedal, and the car drives down the road with a swagger... It turns out she didn't need her cheap help at all; she could do it herself. 。Jian Tong stood a...