Tang Yu didn't know how much time had passed before she was finally able to lie down on the sofa.
But that didn't mean Ye Sihan was done.
At first, she couldn't resist; later, she was even more powerless to do so.
Crawling forward an inch, she would be pulled back two—
"Uh ah!"
From beginning to end, she was controlled, a mere fish on the chopping block.
Her cries turned to whimpers until her voice was hoarse, pitifully pleading the entire time.
But Ye Sihan still didn't let her go, his demands terrifyingly overwhelming.
Amidst the raging storm and successive tidal waves, as Ye Sihan growled like a wild beast, Tang Yu's body reached its limit.
It was completely beyond her control.
The intensity too great, her breath choked, her body convulsed violently; she couldn't bear it and fainted.
Limp, she collapsed onto the sofa.