Although she didn't find his forcefulness nauseating or repulsive, she truly resisted it from the bottom of her heart.
She couldn't remain indifferent when he used force on her.
Gu Nanqiao, mindful of Little Douya, dared not create a big commotion, her resistance barely noticeable. Soon, pain emanated from her body, and she shut her eyes, her mind clear despite it all.
But in moments like these, the clearer her mind, the more unbearable it became.
Her teeth clenched tightly; she bit so hard that her mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood.
She could even feel the corner of her mouth soaking with blood, trickling down to the pillow, not knowing if it was her blood or Huo Jingting's.
Or perhaps both of theirs.
Gu Nanqiao averted her gaze, her eyes falling upon the nearby crib. Little Douya had fallen asleep again, her small face expressionless, peaceful and quiet.
