But this time, her voice didn't continue. Shi Yuhuan, who was supposedly "deeply asleep", suddenly turned around, his body pressing onto hers, and then he kissed her lips.
Shi Yuhuan's kiss was particularly intense, sucking, gnawing, it was the kind of kiss that seemed as if he wanted to crush her.
Only when Song Qinghuan couldn't catch her breath from the kiss, barely suffocating, did he let go of her bruised and swollen lips.
However, he moved his lips to the tender white skin on her neck. His kisses slid down to her collarbone, then to her small but full bosom, leaving a string of purplish red marks on her fair skin.
Shi Yuhuan was unusually kind this night. Song Qinghuan seemed to see a frailty in him. As he moved within her with force, she vaguely heard him muttering something with pursed lips.
The voice was too faint for her to hear clearly. What was he whispering in her ear? Apart from her own rapid, pain-ridden breaths, she couldn't hear anything clearly.
