This man seemed never to know how to restrain himself or consider others' feelings.
Mu Mian did not hold back this time; whether it was pain or pleasure, she let herself cry out unrestrainedly, as loudly as she wanted, because Jin Ruomei was in the living room outside.
Gong Heng laughed, a laugh exceptionally graceful.
Gong Heng carried her weakened form into the bathroom, where they made love again, and this time she was completely spent. Her hands were still cuffed by him, and she lay in his arms, barely able to open her eyes, her tears still flowing from the corners of her eyes.
Gong Heng dressed her in a forgiving nightgown, while he casually donned a set of pure cotton homewear. "You were so energetic in your shouting just now, how about going out and talking to her?"
She wanted to refuse, but in front of him, she could never refuse.
