But Ling'er's first bleeding really was copious, and Chen Mo got a bit panicked, not daring to move.
The young girl, with her delicate body tensely gasping for air, then Chen Mo leaned down and began to kiss her.
Under such circumstances, one cannot rub the wounded area vigorously, the blood was a bit too much, indicating a large wound, and she even felt pain when her nerves hadn't recovered, which meant the situation was somewhat similar to Lew Binglan's.
But she wasn't a "stone woman"; her hymen was just a bit thicker than usual.
In the midst of their heated kissing, the girl forgot her pain, her cherry lips clinging to Chen Mo, unwilling to let go.
A breath of fresh air entered Chen Mo's nose, as crisp as the girl's flowing short hair.
While kissing, Chen Mo's hands were kneading her breasts, which weren't very large, but still quite nicely shaped. Considering she, like Mo Xiang, had been trained from a young age, this was no surprise.
