"Wake up, look at me..." His eyes were lowered. His long eyelashes blocked the most vulnerable part inside. After all, he was injured.
What kind of woman is she? One second she said she would satisfy him, and the next second she kept mumbling the names of other men.
"Zi Qian..." The woman laughed, her tear-stained face shrouded in orange light, exuding a soul-stirring beauty.
Rong Beiming felt a slight pain in her heart, as if she cared about the name she was shouting from her pretty little mouth.
His tall body covered her, and his thin lips gently touched her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and finally followed her chin to her graceful neck.
He exerted a little force and bit down on the collarbone.
"Zi Qian...it hurts..."
His body froze slightly and he raised his head to look at her, the anger slowly gathering on his face.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he lowered his head and bit her lips like a punishment, and then sucked the blood drops that overflowed from his bitten lips and her moans of pain.
"Nian En, remember who I am, remember who wants you." His big hands tore apart each other's clothes, and his hot bodies pressed tightly against hers.
The kiss fell wildly on her lips, and his big hands pinched and kneaded her delicate skin.
"It hurts..." The pain in her mouth and body stung her a little soberly, but her head was still groggy.
Suddenly, she felt his body sink, and the tearing pain instantly covered her whole body from bottom to top, leaving it clearly in her mind, just like last night.
"Do you remember me?" Rong Beiming's hidden desire burned his charming eyes red.
"Young Master Rong..." Yu Nianen struggled, his body ached, and his heart ached.
"Didn't you say it would satisfy me? Could it be that you were trying to trick me into playing?" He said, asking for her mercilessly.
She moaned lowly, and he breathed heavily.
She was in pain, and so was he. It seemed that only mutual pain could bring him to the ultimate level of pleasure.
"Be gentle...it hurts...please, please...no more..." Yu Nianen's little face wrinkled into a ball, and ten slender fingers grasped his back tightly, unable to control himself.
His body seemed to be burned by fire and submerged by the tide.
The inexplicable pain in her heart seemed to drown her, but her body was gradually dominated by joy and pleasure.