She didn't know if it was because she had been holding it in too much yesterday, but time and time again, Xia Ning was almost exhausted, but the person on top of her didn't stop.
Fortunately, he had changed his position later, or she would not have been able to take it.
Xia Ning looked in the direction of the window. Through the gap of the curtains, she could vaguely see that the sun was already shining brightly.
She pushed the man on top of her away to avoid his kiss and said in a low voice,""Hurry up," At this time, her son was about to wake up.
"What?" Qiao Yu cupped Xia Ning's face in his hands, his sweat dripping down his face. He kissed her,"are you complaining that I'm too slow?" As he spoke, his hand fell on her waist, and the rhythm instantly accelerated.
Then, five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes later, someone was still continuing.
Xia Ning was speechless. That was not what she meant. She just wanted him to end it quickly.
