Hearing these words, Wang Jie's face turned ashen, his expression one of speechlessness, and he didn't even want to speak, for he certainly wasn't as satisfied as Liu Juan, his desire burning fiercely within him.
He had reached a critical state, even on the verge of a volcanic eruption.
Initially, he clenched his teeth, trying to maintain his composure, but eventually, Wang Jie had no choice but to let nature take its course, giving in to the pressure. Just as he was about to surrender, Liu Juan had already laid down, without the strength for another battle. Could he endure this?
At that moment, Wang Jie's face turned beet red, unable to hold back any longer.
His fists clenched, veins bulging, he forcefully pressed Liu Juan onto the couch beside him.
Wang Jie, face still ashen, quickly rose from the couch, and then plunged in fiercely, an applause for love.
