Sensing Liang Jingchuan's intentions, Lin Yi didn't stop him. She could feel his patience every night since he was discharged.
It was already not easy for him to endure until today.
"Be careful," She muttered.
To Liang Jingchuan, her words were no different from an invitation. He grunted, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed. He lifted her right arm and placed it above her head before starting his attack.
It had been more than a month since they broke up, and all the passion and love he had accumulated had burst out today.
The temperature in the room rose steadily, and the heavy breathing and the soft singing rose and fell one after another, not stopping for a long time.
Lin Yi didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he was about to experience the fatal pleasure, he suddenly thought of a problem.
"Liang Jingchuan, don't ..." She hurriedly said.
