"Silly girl, you are mine."
He loved kissing her so much—she was sweet, soft, and delicate, and no amount of kisses ever seemed enough, let alone that other thing. Once he was inside of her, he never wanted to leave, and the feeling of possessing each other brought him an easy satisfaction as if it would last forever.
Resistance was futile, so Lian Qiao simply closed her eyes, letting him have his way.
Once, twice, thrice, there was no difference!
Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't enjoyed it. Liehuo had become increasingly adept at pleasing a woman—at least she was very happy.
As his lips slid down from her neck, inch by inch moving lower, a rather embarrassing thought suddenly popped into her mind, and she put up a hand to stop him.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead."
"Was she your woman before?"
Xing Liehuo stopped what he was doing, his eyes complex as he looked at her.
He neither denied nor admitted it.
