"Son, please, have mercy on your mom. I really can't take anymore," Liu Yiru, limp in Ye Fei's arms, finally mustered the strength to beg weakly after a long while.
Ye Fei chuckled, "Didn't you say you wanted me to go all out? Why can't you take it now?" With that, he thrust forcefully once more.
"Ah..." Liu Yiru let out a delicate cry, her face contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I was wrong, okay? If you keep this up, you'll kill me."
Ye Fei knew his mom had reached her limit. He could give her a recovery pill, but then they'd probably still be going at it when the plane landed. So, he forced himself to hold back, gently lifted her limp, soft body, carefully withdrew from her, and tenderly cleaned her up with a wet wipe. After tidying her clothes, he laid her down beside him.
"You sit here for a bit. I'm going to the restroom," Ye Fei said softly, also taking the opportunity to straighten his clothes.
