Xu Jinzhi could tell at a glance what Xie Yanchuan intended to do and said with feigned modesty, "I haven't finished reading yet."
"We can continue next time," Xie Yanchuan's voice was deep and bewitching as he leaned closer to Xu Jinzhi, then effortlessly kissed her.
Xu Jinzhi was just pretending to be modest—how could she ever grow tired of this piece of Xie Yanchuan's "Tang monk meat"?
When Xie Yanchuan kissed her, she raised her hand to encircle his neck and warmly responded to his embrace.
But Xie Yanchuan was particularly excessive that night, and after a while, it even hurt Xu Jinzhi a bit, yet intertwined with extreme pleasure, she found herself unable to react.
When everything was finally over, Xie Yanchuan still held Xu Jinzhi tightly, their bodies sticky, but neither found the other repulsive.
Only after a good while did Xu Jinzhi regain a bit of strength, and she belatedly noticed something was off about Xie Yanchuan.
