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 deep, and she used to love that the

was like a sword piercing in

thrust was accompanied by

miscarried not long

still treat

really didn't

like

nailing her

window, the

light penetrated the embroidered curtains, casting numerous fragmented

unable to be pieced

stopping, but was repeatedly provoked by Fanny's indifferent

me," he

held her face, his eyes

Fanny turned her head, and continued looking at the moonlight

became more ruthless, and attacked

in Fanny’s eyes grew

a spreading wildfire, it burned away Oliver's

he breathed heavily, leaning

of hair covered his nose, but he

wanted to indulge in this night, even if it meant

mattered, as long as

they were discovered tomorrow, he would say he

the words

It wasn't just

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