In this sort of situation, her heart was faintly filled with fear, but he was always extremely patient. Knowing her fear, he would always make a thorough effort to completely reassure her before he would move into her.
So even though he took a lot from her, she had never felt as much pain as she did now. Each time, it felt like she was tumbling through Hell, yet she could never seem to reach the end.
Ling Chuxia's hands tightly clutched the sheets, her head buried deep into the pillow, a touch of moisture appearing in her eyes, gradually soaking the pillowcase.
She didn't know how much time had passed before everything finally ceased. Ling Chuxia still lay prone on the bed, not even lifting her head, fearing that Shi Che would see she had cried, which would only annoy him further.
