"It's still a bit swollen, are you really okay?" Bo Fengheng lifted his head, his handsome face tightened, already ablaze with a raging inferno.
"…" Wasn't it all because of him?
Mu Yin, feeling aggrieved and even more embarrassed, snapped in a fit of pique, "If you want to do it, just do it, why waste words?"
"You miss me that much?" The self-satisfied man chuckled softly.
Perhaps it was the provocation, or maybe he could no longer restrain himself.
The next moment, he possessed her…
"Ah…" Caught off guard, Mu Yin gasped sharply, clutching his shoulders, tears welling up, her eyes a shimmering watery expanse, "It hurts…"
It did indeed still hurt!
Bo Fengheng paused abruptly, drawing a deep breath, holding her delicate face and showering it with tender kisses, "I'll be gentler…"
The voice, hoarse with suppressed emotion, was barely recognizable.
But this time, he indeed was much gentler.
