Amidst the entanglement, Ye Yan finally managed to preserve her clothes.
However, the man's last bit of patience had also worn out, and he was about to get straight to the point.
"Fu Xingzhou, no." Ye Yan urgently grabbed hold of him, her fair face showing strands of grievance, "It will hurt."
Every time they made love, he acted like a hunter with extreme patience, carefully setting his trap and then circling his prey, watching it fall into the trap, struggling weakly, whimpering softly, until it exhausted all its energy.
He would then leisurely tease, and then devour it with great relish.
He greatly enjoyed this process from capture to conquest.
"Little thing, you really are high maintenance." The man pinched her slender waist, his cool lips burying into her chest, "Don't make me wait too long."
He knew how to stir her desires, every sensitive spot on her body he knew clearly.
