After what felt like an eternity, he finally let go of her hand.
Chi Enen had long since become weak all over, face flushed and gasping for breath as she struggled to inhale the fresh air.
She braced herself against the sofa, barely managing to hold herself up and avoid collapsing onto his chest in humiliation. As soon as she regained a bit of strength, she felt something brush against her wrist, slowly hardening!
She had just held that stick; she knew all too well what it was.
Could it be...
Chi Enen's body stiffened, she bit her lower lip, froze in place, and dared not move an inch.
Fortunately, Li Beijue had no intention of becoming aroused. After biting her neck, he licked the mark, his falcon-like eyes narrowing, "I misspoke before."
"What?"
