Gu Qian's mind went blank, and by the time she realized, Mo Beichen had gripped her chin, kissing her even more roughly.
Rather than a kiss, it was more like a bite, because the man's hard teeth didn't care if they would bruise her lip, only using the fiercest and most overbearing force on her.
Gu Qian was in such pain that she shuddered, and quickly came back to her senses. She pushed his shoulders with all her strength, only to find that it was futile and she couldn't move him at all.
Soon, she gave up resisting, losing all semblance of life, passively enduring it all.
Mo Beichen gradually stopped. The intimacy didn't bring him much sweetness, but more frustration. After venting, he looked at Gu Qian, who seemed like a soulless ghost, showing no reaction to his actions.
He felt as if the violence he inflicted on her reflected back on him. He gritted his teeth; the most terrifying thing in the world was her lack of response no matter what he did.
