Stephen Yang carried her like carrying a potato sack. And went straight to his room not caring for anyone. There cant be anyone who is not bothered about what others think. He would get things done the way he wants.
"Ahh… my stomach… it hurts… put me down Stephen!!" Chrystal was literally screaming in pain. It was too sudden when he carried her and he was quick at it.
Unbothered, he went on not caring to the shout. But he closed that 'shouting for help' mouth with a white cloth, god knows from where.
To get her revenge, Chrystal pulled his hair the grip was not that hard and rough. Instead of slowing down his pace, he hurried to their room keeping silent. All his seventh places of pleasure were in standing with enthusiasm. Stephen Yang wanted a release soon. He was controlling himself from being impulsive.
Immediately after getting inside the room, Stephen Yang threw her to the bed but his hair got stuck in her hands. He felt an electric pain.
