As soon as the door closed, Song Zhicheng pressed me against the wall of the entrance hall. His kiss was punitive, fierce and overbearing, as if he wanted to tear my bones apart.
My struggles are vulnerable to him,
The shoulder straps of the dress were torn off, and the cold wall pressed against my hot skin, making me shiver.
"Remember," he bit my earlobe, his voice hoarse and hoarse.
"As long as the contract is still there, you can only be mine. That night became an out-of-control robbery. I don't know how long it took before Song Zhicheng slowly backed away, his forehead pressed against mine, and his voice was as low as a sigh.
"Asui, I want you to learn to stand on your own without relying on luck or evidence. In a way you can see and grasp."
Intention: That obsession is buried deep in my heart and takes root.
