Mu Qingxin knew she should resist, but she feared provoking him to be even more violent, so she could only lie motionless, like a dried-up dead fish—
No matter how the man manipulated her, she never responded, even her breathing was cool.
The man saw her like this, and his resentment deepened, causing him to handle her even more forcefully.
Jiang Yixiu was no stranger to the games of pleasure in the past; his skills in bed, if not top-notch, were certainly not lacking. At least the women who had shared his bed always praised him. But at this moment, his self-esteem took a hit; he tried every trick, but it was useless against this woman.
Women are emotional beings; without an emotional connection to him, her body naturally wouldn't be responsive.
At this moment, Jiang Yixiu's mind was utterly foolish, completely swept away by anger, completely forgetting how she used to be moved by his side—
