Pity-Inducing

The man's hands, hanging at his sides, gradually clenched, the veins on the back of his hands bulging frighteningly. It wouldn't be much longer before he could forcibly unblock his acupuncture points.

His heavy breath accompanied the man's rising and falling chest, exuding a strong murderous intent that filled the tent, making the atmosphere particularly eerie. Amid the biting danger, there was an undercurrent of sensuality hanging in the air.

Yet Lin Hui Jin, who was draped over the man, was completely oblivious to the danger, even ignoring the man's frightening scars. Her clumsy kisses started from his thin lips and trailed downwards, filled with a teasing implication.

The man's endurance seemed to have reached its limit, his clenched fists slowly lifting. Suddenly, with a turn, the man pinned Lin Hui Jin beneath him, his eyes as dark as ink, like a raging lion, seemed to swallow her in an instant.

The sudden pain of loss made Lin Hui Jin cry out in pain, her delicate face tightly knitted. What followed was even greater pain, making Lin Hui Jin tense up her body, biting her lips, silently bearing it all.

It wasn't until a long while later that the storm gradually subsided. Lin Hui Jin fell into a deep sleep. She was like an innocent little kitten who had wandered into forbidden territory, looking so pitiful that it aroused great curiosity in the man.

When the man reached out to brush away the hair scattered on Lin Hui Jin's face, her stunningly beautiful face made the man's black pupils violently constrict. A dense emotion laced with hatred rapidly spread in his eyes.