Huo Yunting went to grab his woman under the hot water, as he raided her open mouth with his lips.
His breath held her, as she kept gawking at him. She hated the sensation as she squirmed in his embrace, with her fists vigorously hammering him.
Huo Yunting released his lips, "Lu Zhao Yang!" He glared at her, enraged, as he uttered her name syllable by syllable.
Lu Zhaoyang was unmoved by his threat. It was the day when her ex boyfriend passed away, no way she could carry out intercourses with another man!
I just can't do it! I just can't!
"Can it be not today?" She peered through the column of steam as she pleaded. She might not see his entire profile clearly but she could certainly feel the anger in his eyes.
"What do you mean 'not today'? Why?" She could not answer to that, as her sincere answer would have only driven the man further up the wall.
