Shui Qianqian was tossed and turned. For the first time, she realized that the sanctimonious and calm Rong Jin was actually so tough on the surface, like a wild wolf that had been hungry for a long time.
He was too strong in that area, and she was too young. Rong Jin was sweating profusely. His deep voice fell into her ear."You're really a Little Vixen, a tormenting Vixen ..."
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of temptation, but also extreme carefreeness and forbearance.
Shui Qianqian felt as if she was floating in the clouds. She felt as if she was on the verge of death. The pain she felt at the beginning gradually dissipated, and she was left with an indescribable sense of carefreeness.
She had never felt this way before. She never knew that the body could be so happy.
However, she couldn't hide the tears at the corners of her eyes. They were all kissed away by Rong Jin.
