Lu Hechen closed his mouth, but Weilan's seating position was too awkward for him since he had been resting for three days and was now in uncomfortable pain.
But the next second, Shen Weilan grasped his swelling pain, taking initiative passionately and made him the passive one for once.
Lu Hechen had never expected Weilan to be so forward; she had him stupefied now, that warm whirlpool nearly made him lose control.
Unconsciously, Lu Hechen wrapped his arms around Weilan's waist, whispering, "Girl, this is something a man should do. Let me, okay?"
"Shut up!" Weilan snapped back irritably.
She was embarrassed. Having taken the initiative on an impulse, she now hadn't the slightest idea how to proceed.
It turned out there was a technical difficulty to a man taking control.
Lu Hechen didn't move, enduring the discomfort. But it was too agonizing. That stuck feeling, unable to go in or pull out, tormented him unbearably.
Veins bulged on his forehead, with sweat seeping out.
