Gu Shaocheng's coaxing voice softened further, as gentle as a feather lightly gliding across her heart, "Chenxing, do you feel good?"
Never before had Chenxing experienced such tender and ardent affection from him. She had only ever known harshness and pain from him, and for the very first time, she realized that it could be so comfortable. Overwhelmed with shy pleasure, she nestled in Gu Shaocheng's embrace, their bodies trembling with the shedding of their tears.
"Crying when you're comfortable, crying when you're not..." he laughed, "You really are as delicate as water."
After wiping away her tears, Gu Shaocheng's robust and muscled physique moved rhythmically in her sight. As she understood things, she felt as though she was a flat boat, shaking uncontrollably under his guidance. They moaned incessantly, and in no time at all, she curled her toes and her hands unconsciously scratched at his back.
