Terminal Diagnosis and My Last Stand for Love
Language: en
I harbored a secret crush on Ethan for ten years, never daring to confess, until I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. I tied him up and slept with him again and again. His eyes red with rage, he struggled: "Harper! Let me go if you dare." I thought that once I let him go, he would furiously strangle me to death. Instead, he fiercely claimed every inch of my body, day and night without rest: "Harper, do I look weak to you? How dare you drug me?"