"Mmm... Brother Ayin, is it over..."
In the bathroom, the pitiful, pleading voice of a woman intermittently resounded.
At some unknown time, Lu Fengxuan's feet were off the ground, lifted up in his embrace, her waist-length curly hair utterly disheveled.
The man's strong arms, however, firmly wrapped around her waist.
"Brother Ayin... stop..."
Lu Fengxuan pounded his chest with force, sending out a distress signal for the eighth time.
This time, the tempest-like kisses finally ceased.
"Sorry..." the man said hoarsely.
Yu Chiyin's eyes were dark and ominous, flashing a green light, like the eyes of a wolf in the night.
The petite woman in front of him was clearly his prey.
"Bastard, put me down right now!"
Lu Fengxuan truly hated him, at one point she thought she was going to die at his hands.
She angrily pounded his shoulder with her fist, but her strength had not recovered, gentle and light like a tickle.
