"Stop..." She cried out in fear. While she was struggling, more than half of the collar of her shirt had been torn off by his other hand. Her clothes were instantly torn to shreds, causing her to feel both embarrassed and scared.
Yet it seemed that he couldn't hear her voice.
He only stopped when he was finally exhausted.
Elizabeth didn't know how long the entire process had lasted. When he finally let her go and turned around to sleep soundly, she only felt as if she had been crushed by a heavy machine, and the pain was unbearable to endure.
Tears had dried on her face, forming tear stains. After the panic, she turned her head to glance at the sleeping man beside her. Under the dim light, Ronald scarcely looked as indifferent as usual, and his facial features had become much gentler.
