Chapter 18. His Terror, Her Tremble 8
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The next day, she slept in until the sun was high in the sky. When she got up, Gong Heng was long gone from her side, leaving only the lingering opulent scent in the room, as if it carried a tinge of pink.
Agitated, she kicked the blankets—steeped with his smell—to the floor, hugged her arms, and trembled slightly. Remembering everything from last night, she couldn't help but to weep from a sense of grievance.
He had actually forced her to do such things for him...
All this time, she had only thought of him as cruel, venomous, and heartless, never realizing that his cold demeanor also contained shamelessness...
No matter how she resisted, no matter how she said she was unwilling, no matter how much she struggled, he paid no heed, forcing her to perform shameful and embarrassing acts for him. After he had released himself, he tore off her clothes, pressed her onto the bed, uttered vulgarities he had never said before, posed her in indecent positions, and devoured her completely...