Zhang Xiaomeng kissed Murong Yu deeply.
By now, the flames within Murong Yu could no longer be restrained.
The snow-white peaks rubbed hard against Zhang Xiaomeng's chest.
Zhang Xiaomeng pushed Murong Yu down, starting from her full, thin lips, down the delicate and tender neck, and continued to conquer as he descended.
Yet, all this did not alleviate Murong Yu's agony.
By then, Zhang Xiaomeng hesitated no further.
He was genuinely afraid that something might happen to Murong Yu.
Her body sank slightly, and Murong Yu's exquisitely beautiful face suddenly showed a hint of pain.
"Xiaomeng, I want you," she said.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaomeng started a vigorous pumping motion.
Inside the room, the sounds of Murong Yu rose one wave higher than the last.
In another room of the Presidential Suite, Murong Fenghua desperately recited the Diamond Sutra twice.
But to no avail.
The voices of the two pierced directly through the door.
She, too, felt a flame rising within her.
