"...It wasn't that slow, was it?"
She had only delayed a few minutes by coming in. Had Yanshen become so attached to her that he couldn't tolerate even a few minutes... Subconsciously, she told herself that shouldn't be the case, but she couldn't help overthinking it.
Yanshen gazed into her eyes, his hands clamping around her waist as he effortlessly lifted her.
Yao Qing instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist while the man's eyes deepened in color.
"Once more, hmm?"
Yao Qing felt as if her arms began to spasm reflexively, and she acquiesced, planting a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
"My arms are pretty sore... maybe next time."
Yanshen's gaze landed precisely on her neck, where the minor blemish glaringly stood out.
It was a mark he had made, and he had no dissatisfaction with it.
His inexplicably intense stare made it unbearable to look directly at him.
After exiting the bathroom, he nibbled at her ear.
"You don't have to move, I'll do it."
