Yang Muxue's beautiful eyes shifted, and she let out a mischievous chuckle.
"You little brat! Who told you to embarrass me just now? I won't tell you!"
"Oh? Keeping secrets from me? See how I deal with you!"
Chen Ziyang got fierce with Yang Muxue.
Yang Muxue's cries were incessant, but this time she deliberately controlled her volume, fearing that people outside would hear.
Watching her try to indulge yet having to forcibly restrain herself, Chen Ziyang couldn't help but feel a bit wicked, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
Chen Ziyang drove Yang Muxue wild five times without prying out what the so-called surprise was.
This made him even more curious and expectant.
At this point, the sofa was a complete mess, covered with traces of their post-battle exploits.
Chen Ziyang lay on one side, with Yang Muxue sprawled on his chest.
"Sister Xue, satisfied?"
Chen Ziyang stroked her hair and asked softly, "It's been tough holding back these past two days, hasn't it?"
