Chapter 40 You Can File a Complaint to Connor if You’re Feeling Discontent

• Snapping back to reality, Hannah tried to push Connor away, but as if having predicted her next move, he pinned both her hands down by the pillow before she could act while sucking on her lips even harder.
• The temperature in the room was rising as if it was on fire; it grew so hot that the temperature alone seemed to be capable of incinerating one’s ability to reason. Upon detecting that his hands were moving downward, Hannah gave up on struggling altogether. He can do whatever he wants. My struggles are futile anyway, so I should gratify him instead. I’ll end this as soon as possible so that he can get the f*ck out of here.
• Staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes, she was ready to get intimate with him, but by the next instant, he plopped down on her. She nearly fainted as the weight of him suffocated her. Upon checking on him, she found out that he had his eyes shut, seemingly sound asleep. “Connor?” Hannah called out to him, but she received no response. With a frown, she grumbled, “Connor, don’t you even think about pretending to be asleep.”