Wen Xinya could barely remember the process of what happened. The only thing etched into her mind was the feeling of her body pressed forcefully against the window glass on a cold night of Moscow, which felt like a sort of torture.
After they were done, Si Yiyan quietly tidied up her clothes. He then pulled her into his embrace and said in a hoarse voice, "Wen Xinya, I am only a man!"
His words were not clear, yet Wen Xinya could hear his pent-up frustration. He was trying to beg for her forgiveness for his actions today in his own way.
Wen Xinya replied softly, "I know you won't ever hurt me."
She was afraid she could feel his complex expression of love from his actions, which was why she forced herself to bear with them.
Si Yiyan glanced at her calmly without saying a word.