Perhaps because she had been so forcefully coerced by him, Tong Ran felt as if she were completely drained, and even after trying for a long time, she was still unable to stand up with her right hand.
That sense of helplessness was just like on the night on the island when she watch him puncture her with the needle point…
Remembering this, Tong Ran instinctively grasped her left hand with her right, and lowered her gaze.
Chen An was very trustworthy, and even now, Mo Nanjue still didn't know about her left hand being ruined for his sake.
Immediately following, she recalled the crazy car racing that night…
Why did it always take such extreme methods to maintain their relationship?
"What's the matter, does your hand hurt?" The man gave her a cold glance but still reached out to pull her up by the arm, "You're always in my arms, what is there to be tired about?"
"…" Being in his arms was the most exhausting, because he could become aroused at any moment.
