Qiao An was in great pain because she was extremely conscious. She was very resistant to Huo Xiaoran's approach, but her body was so rebellious to her thoughts. It made her want to climb onto his body and ask for more.
"Huo Xiaoran, please take me." She said shamelessly against her will.
Huo Xiaoran looked at Qiao An. Her little head was in his arms, and her bright red face was inviting him.
And he was in excruciating pain because he couldn't make a mistake, let alone tolerate indulging his desires and doing whatever he wanted with her.
He could only hug Qiao An tightly and say to her apologetically, "An'an, if I take you, you'll hate me for three years. Then will we never be able to reconcile in this life?"
His red eyes told of his grievance. "We were clearly so in love, but we ended up in this state because of my indulgence. Such punishment hurts me to the bone. How can I dare to try again?"
