The climax had passed, but Chen Wanqiu still held him like this.
Chen Mo could feel that the tender flesh inside had stopped spasming, no longer writhing.
However, as long as the Dragon Breath remained inside, the secretions never ceased.
"Teacher, what's wrong, it's not over yet."
"Don't, don't look at me!"
The more she said that, the more Chen Mo wanted to see. Breaking free from the embrace of her jade arms, Chen Mo gently laid Chen Wanqiu on the bed, but the Dragon Breath still stood erect, deeply piercing the flower chamber.
Chen Mo remained kneeling, with Chen Wanqiu's legs spread open and wrapped around his waist.
The jade gate arched upward, a still inviting posture. She was just being stubborn with her words.
Chen Wanqiu turned her pretty face away, unwilling to look at Chen Mo, tears continuously streaming down.
"Teacher, why are you crying?"
"I'm already like this, can't I cry?"
