Chapter 39 Don’t Hear the Old People Cry (9)
However, apart from the initial flash of fear in her eyes, Ling Lingchuxia lay quietly, silently, as if she had no reaction no matter how deliberately or how much he tormented her.
Shi Che’s hand grabbed Ling Lingchuxia’s chin viciously, his dark eyes fixated on her numb eyes, and he suddenly curled his lips, letting out a light sneer.
Even in such intimate moments, he felt like he was performing a monologue; all along, he was the only one acting out a monologue.
He no longer wanted to look into her eyes or see her numb expression. His hand clutched Ling Chuxia’s shoulder forcefully, turning her over, and then both hands gripped her waist, venting recklessly.
In ancient times, there were eighteen kinds of tortures. Ling Chuxia once read about them and knew a bit, said to be terrifying beyond imagination. She didn’t know how painful the eighteen torments were, but she felt that none could be more painful than now.
She didn’t understand why people were so passionate about joy and love. To her, joy and love were not only painful but extremely humiliating.
What she disliked the most was whenever he turned her over, a position that made her feel immensely humiliated, humiliated to the point of madness.
Unfortunately, she could only endure, could only forcibly endure, could only comfort herself that if she just endured a bit, it would be over, and everything would become nothing.