Ye Tian naturally knew that Zhang Yun needed time to adapt.
It was her first experience of the intimate act between a man and a woman.
Combined with Ye Tian's astonishing stamina,
Zhang Yun was inevitably struggling to endure it.
Ye Tian opened his mouth and took one of the grapes from Zhang Yun's full right side.
His tongue toyed with the grape back and forth.
This made Zhang Yun close her eyes, pursing her lips tightly, as her breathing through the nose became gradually more rapid.
After savoring the grape for over a minute,
he lifted his head and said, "Sister Yun, you're too enchanting."
"Being with you, I can't control myself."
Ye Tian would certainly not foolishly admit that his Furious Dragon had reared its head because of Zhang Yun, the future stepmother.
Women all like to be complimented.
Zhang Yun was no exception.
A faint, attractive smile appeared on her lips: "You little rascal, you're quite good at sweet-talking women!"
