Sweat had already drenched Ye Xinxin's princess dress, and she was clearly struggling.
"Does it still hurt from yesterday?"
"No... not... it doesn't hurt anymore."
Ye Xinxin's discomfort wasn't from pain, but a feeling of fullness; she gave Chen Mo a little punch, "Slow down... go slower, I feel... like I'll die."
Chen Mo caressed her back, "Don't be afraid, you won't die, you'll only go to heaven."
As soon as Ye Xinxin adapted slightly, Chen Mo let go of her, and she cried out as she clutched at his clothes.
"Ah... don't let go... it's going in again!"
What's the rush? The jade dragon that Chen Mo had already adjusted to be smaller wasn't even halfway in.
Strangely, last night the jade dragon was even bigger and she had survived; Chen Mo had thought he was a perfect fit tonight.
Now, Chen Mo only had one hand supporting her back, and the other hand was free.
