Gu Jiayin bit down hard on her lower lip, even biting deep marks into it. She wasn't angry at him, but at herself.
Even though her heart resisted so much, her body gave the opposite response.
To her, this represented a kind of humiliation.
Her tender rosy lips were bitten nearly to abuse; she didn't care, but the man on top of her felt pity.
He reached out, pinching her jaw to force her mouth open, and softly scolded in her ear, "In the future, without my permission, you're not allowed to hurt yourself."
She refused to say another word, just awkwardly turned her head away, not looking at him.
In the face of a domineering man, silent defiance actually held more power than shouting.
Sheng Qianchi's warm fingertip gently stroked her freshly bitten lip, soothing her softly, "Since you've already agreed to break it off with Pei Nianchen, from now on you're not allowed to think of him, especially in front of me, understand?"
