"Ah! It hurts... hurts..."
As Li Chen pushed just the huge head of his swollen and purplish tip into her, Han Ling reached her limit of endurance and couldn't help but cry out.
Her voice was piercingly high, tears formed at the corners of her eyes. "Brother Chen, it... it really hurts too much, I can't take it."
She was originally delicate and frail, invoking a protective instinct in others.
Seeing her so pitiful now, Li Chen felt his heart might break.
He stopped, not moving further.
His hands reached out, caressing her pale and soft body, his eyes full of pity as he said, "It's my fault, Lingling, I shouldn't have made you suffer this much."
Han Ling shook her head, her voice full of joy, "Don't blame Brother Chen. I want Brother Chen to love me, but it's just so painful, like I'm about to split apart."
The innocence and willingness to give everything in the girl's tender demeanor left Li Chen with a multitude of emotions.
