She breathed a sigh of relief, but it was more of endless melancholy.
But when she met his eyes, she had a foreboding.
What he said about breaking up was not what she asked and “hoped” for.
The man’s voice is low and deep, and it’s more like saying love words than breaking up, “You don’t like me forbidden you to break up, if you don’t like me restricting your freedom, it won’t be anymore, what do you have for me? Dissatisfied, eh?”
Her smell is full of his breath and his voice is in her ears.
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