The night grew deeper. Compared to Jiang Yuchi, who had been reduced to a weeping, disheveled mess begging for mercy, Yu Qinghuai remained as calm as if he were handling a mundane business matter.
Rather than an intimate embrace, this felt more like a long-planned interrogation.
Sure enough, at the very moment Jiang Yuchi’s mind went blank and she was at her most vulnerable, the raging storm that had engulfed her suddenly ceased.
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