He struggled for half the day, several times wanting to speak up, only to be choked back by his own inability to assert himself.
Pei Heyan's words were straightforward, and a sense of distance arose as soon as he spoke, "Assuming this were the past, if you had no choice but to go through with it, wouldn't you be free from doubt?"
Wen Tang's fingers tightly clenched the bedsheets.
Silent.
It was undeniable that what Pei Heyan said was the truth.
Now, they were drawing closer.
She didn't know when she had gotten bold enough to start negotiating terms with Pei Heyan.
"Let's settle on this. If you don't listen, I'll leave the light on every night." Pei Heyan started to lift the hem of Wen Tang's dress.
One garment after another was thrown to the floor, the scene was a complete mess.
Pei Heyan kissed her vermilion lips.
Wen Tang clung to his neck like an ornament, desperately pressing against him without letting go.
