How could she be distracted, where would she find the strength to fiddle with his shirt?
Ye Che's rhythm was getting faster and faster, and with her movements, it grew deeper. Xia Weiyi felt she was about to collapse and pass out.
Her hand just lay there limply on the bed.
Just as they were immersed in their fervent ecstasy, the door was knocked, accompanied by Huoda's voice, "Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye, come open the door quickly."
Xia Weiyi, startled by Huoda's voice, pushed Ye Che, his back accidentally hitting the wall, causing him to moan in pain.
Xia Weiyi was now as nervous as if she had been caught in an affair, not noticing Ye Che's pain at all.
He was in pain alright; his back felt as if it had split open again, blood seeping out, but what hurt even more was another part of him.
Watching Xia Weiyi scramble as if to flee the bed, Ye Che quickly pulled the little thing back under the covers.
