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

sword piercing in and

thrust was accompanied by

miscarried

still

didn't love

like a broken

hands were like nails, nailing

window, the moon

penetrated the embroidered curtains, casting numerous fragmented

to be pieced

considered stopping, but was repeatedly provoked by Fanny's indifferent

at me,"

face, his eyes carrying a hint

turned her head, and continued

ruthless,

coldness in Fanny’s

a spreading wildfire, it burned away Oliver's hopes

heavily, leaning on

hair covered his nose,

this night, even if

mattered, as long as they were

were discovered tomorrow, he

the words he was about to say were so difficult to

to lose you." It wasn't just

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