This time, Long Sijue was done tormenting her after ej*culating only once. Even so, it took him an hour to do it.
Long Sijue sat on the bed, half his torso leaning against the headboard. There was a lit cigarette in his hand. He smoked in an unhurried manner. His eyes, which were hidden behind the smoke, were immensely deep. No one knew what was on his mind.
He was holding Su Qianxun in his arms, against his chest. Her small face was red from crying, and there were teardrops on her long eyelashes. She looked extremely pitiful…
Long Sijue furrowed his eyebrows slightly. 'Doesn't this little thing know that in such situations, the more pitifully she cries, the more excited men get? It will only make those men want to ravage her even more mercilessly.
Long Sijue extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray beside him and gently touched the butterfly mark on Su Qianxun's chest with his fingers.
