The kiss made the young girl cry more and more.
Yet she took it obediently, prompting Mr. Xu to completely lose control.
Her nose was pink, and her eyes were swollen red, the sheltered fragility making her want to cry openly; he let her cry to her heart's content in the palm of his hand.
Time passed, second by painstaking second.
A single kiss could feel like half a life was lost, Leh Ying slumped against the man's bare chest, gasping fiercely, barely able to open her eyes. Likewise, the half-naked man gazed down at her with his low neck, the scene charged with extreme eroticism.
She wore, he removed.
Today, the image would be forever engraved in her mind, how the man took off his white shirt for her to wear as he kissed her, his upper body devoid of clothing.
"Caught your breath?" he asked.
"Wuu wuu..." she was still crying, gently wiping her tears with the back of her hand.
No matter how aggrieved she felt, Xu Jingxi watched.
