It was filled with a taste of brutality, punishment, and defiance.
Without exaggeration, Cui Si felt suffocated, and Murphy, who has always been a gentleman, seemed to surpass the boundaries for the first time. He left a trace, traversed her scars upward, and made Cui Si moan with low pain in the kneading of his fingers.
"I can forgive you for unintentionally uttering these foolish words that hurt my feelings, my dear Cui Si."
After nearly a minute of fierce kissing, Murphy said next to Cui Si's gasping breath:
"But if it happens next time, I will be very angry and... heartbroken, Cui Si, will you make me sad? You know, I'm quite traditional and conservative in this regard, I don't have the desire nor the need to flirt with others besides you."
"What did you take my confession to you as before?"
"A silly joke from a little boy?"
"I just..."
