His sudden movement made her turn toward her in panic. His eyes were colored with fear. Before she could get a good look at his face, he threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

His weight caused her breath to catch in her throat. With the experience from the night before, Cheng Qingchong had a good measure of what was coming. However, before she could prepare herself, her pajamas were shredded by the man and thrown to the floor.

That night, he was even rougher than the night before. Last night, yes, he had not been gentle in any way, but at least there was kissing and foreplay. But tonight, he went straight for the main event.

Cheng Qingchong's mind was filled by the sensation of pain. It was as if her body was being dismembered alive.

He pressed down on her heavily, refusing her any escape. He was so carnal that it felt more like a physical torment than an act of physical intimacy. This act of domination and torture chilled Cheng Qingchong's heart to its core. She gripped the mattress tightly and gritted her teeth to stop herself from making any noise.

To distract herself, Cheng Qingchong started counting numbers silently in her heart, but whenever she reached the number 99, the pain would jangle up her mind, and she started back at 1. She didn't know how many times she had repeated this when he finally stopped, and similar to yesterday, he couldn't wait to get away from her.

Cheng Qingchong lay there, completely exhausted, before she could feel her limbs.

However, unlike last night, the man didn't rush into the bathroom to take a shower but lay quietly beside her, staring at the ceiling like there was something on his mind.

Cheng Qingchong was drained; she wanted to just drift off to sleep right there and then, but she knew he despised her, so she struggled up, crawled down from bed, grabbed a pillow, and retreated to her spot on the sofa.

Her action woken him up. He turned to look at her with confusion, and about half a minute later, it dawned on him what she was doing. A flash of enmity crossed his eyes, and the next second, he yanked on her wrist to squash her underneath him, and the whole thing restarted again.

He was even more savage than before. Her body kept shaking uncontrollably, but she did not make a single noise. Her silence enraged him for some reason, and he became even rougher. When he was done, he practically slammed her against the headboard before walking away to use the bathroom.

Qin Yinan twisted the faucet open, and when he was going to walk under the shower, he noticed blood on his body. He frowned and turned around in the mirror; there was no wound on him, so the blood…

I was so rough that I injured her?

Qin Yinan was dazed before he pulled out a towel, wrapped it around his body, and walked out of the bathroom.

The weak Cheng Qingchong had already crawled down from the bed and was curled up on the sofa.

The mattress was wrinkled, and there was a flash of red on the bleached cover.

It is her blood… I've injured that part of her…