The wall felt like ice.

When Fanny's hot skin pressed against it, she shivered.

Instinctively, she tightened her hold on the man in front of her.

The place where she grabbed him hurt, and Oliver hesitated for a brief moment.

His grip on her tightened.

Numerous red marks appeared on their fair skin.

Neither of them paid any attention to it.

They just stared at each other, as if trying to engrave the other into their eyes.

However, there was no love in their actions.

Only anger and hatred.

He pressed Fanny hard against the wall, fiercely biting her as if he was trying to devour her whole.

At first, she resisted.

Then, she slowly gave in.

Only a pair of lifeless eyes stared at him, like a puppet.

“Oliver.” He didn't listen, nor did he consider her current emotions.

"You brought this upon yourself." His voice was hoarse and

now, it was like a sword piercing in and

thrust was

just miscarried not long

he could still treat her like

really didn't love

like

like nails, nailing her hands to the

window, the moon

casting numerous fragmented pieces on the ground,

to be pieced

considered stopping, but was repeatedly provoked by

me,"

eyes carrying a

her head, and continued

more ruthless, and

coldness in Fanny’s eyes grew

a spreading wildfire, it burned away Oliver's hopes

heavily,

of hair covered his nose, but he

just wanted to indulge in this night, even

long as they

they were discovered tomorrow, he would say

seemed to be trembling, and the words he was about to say were so

want to lose you." It wasn't just about

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