In another villa a street away.
The light in the bedroom was very bright. The woman's well-proportioned body was almost transparent under the light. She was pressed under the man, and her eyes were closed. She bit her lips, and she looked like she was being held back.
Qiao Yanze pressed against her and stopped. "Is sex with me making you suffer so much?"
Li Yinian's eyelashes fluttered and she opened her eyes, but there was no desire in them.
"What do you want me to do?" She said, "To please you like a wh*re?"
Qiao Yanze frowned.
That's right. He had finally forced that woman to bow down to him, and she had even had to lie on his bed and be intimate with him.
However, the woman's body was unusually cold. No matter how he kissed her, she couldn't get warm. No matter what he did, there was only one expression on her face—tolerance.
It was as if she had lost all her fun.
