"Mmm...you...slow down..." Tianxin could only feel waves of pleasure rushing over her, the usually gentle Chen Yiran was for the first time so fervently and deeply claiming her.
"You... infuriating guy..." Chen Yiran leaned forward to seal her rosy lips, sucking heavily on her tiny tongue. His desire, teased by Tianxin for over twenty minutes, was already unbearable to suppress.
Now that the control was back in his hands, he naturally wasn't about to let Tianxin off the hook easily.
So, finally after Tianxin's repeated pleas for mercy, Chen Yiran reluctantly let her go.
Tianxin was lying on Chen Yiran's deep grey bed sheets, rubbing her small waist with a face full of grievance.
"What's wrong, is your waist still sore?" Chen Yiran, who has just rinsed off in the bathroom and wrapped in a clean white towel, sat down next to the bed. His long, fair hand reached under the covers and gently massaged her waist.
