At this moment, Song Yan was already lost in a haze of attraction, her pretty face displaying an innocent charm, "Zhao Chi... Zhao Chi... I... I want you to be my lover, I... I want you to do me good..."
Hearing Song Yan's confused and amorous words, Zhao Chi felt the heat within him rise to a breaking point, panting heavily as he said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, you are my woman now, I will definitely love you dearly!"
Zhao Chi's movements were quick. With the thrusting of his hips, Song Yan's head banged repeatedly and heavily against the couch, her dark, smooth hair now damp with the sweat of her full brow.
At this very moment, Song Yan seemed to have found the feeling of first love again, as if she had once more fallen into the river of love.
Looking at the man behind her who was playing with her, she was enraptured, wishing she could give her entire body to him. But in the end, her body still belonged to Liu Ping, and she wanted to give him her whole heart...
