"Get on."
After saying that, You Mingxu looked into his dark eyes, seemingly a bit embarrassed.
They were no longer the eyes of a young boy, but those of a man filled with humor and desire. He whispered, "Axu, don't move. You have a wound on your back."
You Mingxu chuckled lightly and said, "It doesn't matter."
His hands had slipped down, her whole body tensed. In their first physical clash, she never imagined she would be on the back foot. Thinking that she had to fight injured and be underneath him, she felt she was going easy on him.
Yin Feng whispered, "Axu, I'm very good at this, get ready. I'm tired of holding back. If I don't make you beg today, I won't stop."
You Mingxu: "..."
Any other man saying this would probably be boasting or simply using crude language. But not him, he was dead serious.
Suppressing the intense embarrassment in her heart, You Mingxu spoke coldly, "Hmm, you're obviously experienced."
