She hadn't gotten the hang of it... If only she had been willing to learn a bit when Mo Nanjue had asked her to earlier!
"Just bear with it a little longer, I... I'm about to sit down on it..."
Tong Ran was frowning in pain, the wound on her left arm still bleeding, some of it dripping onto the man's body, creating a strange tableau with her movements.
She moved forward inch by inch, and after feeling that hard thing, she cautiously raised her calf, then followed through and sat down again.
"Mmh—"
Immediately, Mo Nanjue's brows twisted, his handsome face a mix of pleasure and pain indistinguishable.
This alternation of cold and heat, of tightening and relaxing, coupled with the surging pain within, made him completely lose control!
Right now, his mind was empty of everything else, void of all thoughts, save for one—
He wanted her!
He just wanted her!
