Sang Yan bit back, trying to end the kiss.
It was unsuccessful.
He was in pain, yet still craving.
"He Ying, that's enough."
"Not enough."
He loved kissing her too much.
How could there be such a wonderful thing as kissing in this world?
Just by kissing her, he felt he needed nothing more in his life.
Sang Yan almost fainted from his kisses.
She dared not think about what He Ying would do to her on their wedding night.
With his heavy desires, he might end up killing her in bed.
Before Sang Yan could pass out, He Ying let her go.
But he continued to kiss and touch her incessantly.
He had always stayed away from women, but now that he could touch her, he was full of curiosity about her body.
It was like a child who had received a new toy, unable to let go.
"It feels so good. Ah Yan, you're so sweet. Ah Yan, I like you so much. Only you."
He said words that made one blush.
Sang Yan coughed a few times, subtly trying to dismiss him, "Shouldn't you be going back?"
