Ying Lili gripped her skirt tightly and moaned inside his mouth. By now, she was in a mess and did not want him to stop. Pulling back, he peered into her eyes. Their chests were moving up and down while the two continued staring at each other.
Sheng Li picked the bottle of medicine from the table. "Turn back," he told Lili. She was bewildered a little, which Sheng Li noticed.
"W-why?"
"This," he showed her the ointment bottle. "I need to apply it," he said. Ying Lili hummed at him and turned her back towards him. He put the powdered ointment on his finger and rubbed it across the wound. She winced in pain when Sheng Li kissed her shoulder. Ying Lili tilted her head to glance at him.
Sheng Li moved his fingers on her bareback. Ying Lili's breath hitched when she felt his hand on the knot of Xinyi near her lower back. "Stop me," Sheng Li said.
"Why?"
