I smoothly carried Wang Zixin back to the private room. As soon as we entered, Wang Zixin offered her red lips to me without hesitation, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly rose, growing intimate.
Wang Zixin constantly sought more within my mouth, sometimes even biting my lips as though seeking retribution; I sensed a taste of blood spreading in my mouth.
The blood stained Wang Zixin's lips, making her appear even more enchantingly beautiful under the moonlight. Then she forcefully pushed me onto the bed, tears in her eyes, "This is what you owe me; today you'll pay it all back."
Before I could react, my clothes were ripped by Wang Zixin. I hadn't realized such a delicate girl could possess such strength, furiously tearing at my clothes.
Then she lowered her head and planted a series of suggestive marks across my chest.
I let her vent on me unrestrainedly, let her cold tears fall on my body as if I were saying farewell to the younger her.
