Penetration's thrust... it hurt her.
How could it not hurt? Other than that time at the hotel before their marriage with Mo Shiche, she hadn't been with any other man; it was not possible for her to adjust to it.
Besides, she was still in a tense state, which made her senses even sharper.
Mo Shiche, watching her holding her breath, felt both annoyed and amused, but she couldn't help sobbing continuously, her pitiful and annoyed charm...
He couldn't take it anymore.
Mo Shiche leaned down, licking and kissing the tears at the corners of her eyes, while pulling her hand towards him.
Realizing his intention, Luo Qiangwei's eyes widened with alarm, "You..."
"I couldn't bear it anymore in the car," Mo Shiche's kisses trailed to her ear, his voice deep and hoarse as he said, "Help me get it out, and I won't do anything else, you won't have to hurt anymore, alright?"
