Owen He's consciousness was intermittent. When he was in the most pain, he thought he was about to die. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even cry, and a thin layer of cold sweat covered his forehead.
Luke Jiang was actually uncomfortable during this process. The dry and narrow place hurt him, but he was holding back his breath. Owen He, who insisted on tormenting and bullying, was even more uncomfortable.
"Do you know it's wrong?"
When Owen He heard this sentence at the end, he slowly turned sideways and curled up tighter, with his sharp chin resting on his knees. He didn't speak, feeling that the remaining heat in his body was being pulled out of the body as Luke Jiang moved in and out, leaving nothing behind.
But where did I go wrong? Owen He's eyes were as dim as if they were covered with a layer of shadow, and nothing could be reflected.
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