There were only the two of them halfway up the hill. Other than the sound of their breaths, it was eerily silent around them.
The pale moonlight shone on their moving bodies, giving their writhing bodies a faint glow.
Gradually, the war in the tent became calm. After cleaning up, the man carried the woman and climbed into the sleeping bag.
Xia Yanran leaned against the man's chest, her body stiff. Her mind was still awake even after he had fallen asleep.
Despite his morbid fascination with her, she could not bring herself to like this man beside her. She would never forget his abuse and torture that night three years ago.
Back then, she had met Yi Fan and he brought her out of the darkness. She thought she could live a normal life, but she did not expect…
Perhaps it was because he had done it twice in a row, the man was enjoying the relaxation after satisfying himself. His nose was buried in her neck, tickling her.