Unexpectedly, just a second later, Dong Xin Yan clenched her jaw tightly. Her hands, which had been resting against his chest, returned to her sides, gripping the bedsheet with force.
The agony on her face vanished completely, leaving only extreme endurance and suppression, even a look of determination in the face of death.
Heh.
Gu Ningyi found it ridiculous to have a momentary spark of pity just now.
Why would Dong Xin Yan need his pity?
Since she didn't need it, he certainly wouldn't hold back.
So, he allowed himself to act recklessly and do whatever he pleased.
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When it ended, Dong Xin Yan was unclear. She only knew that during that recent... act of passion, it felt as if she had taken a tour through the eighteenth level of Hell, almost dying.
She felt it was a miracle that she could open her eyes again and regain consciousness.
