The fire of desire within her had yet to be extinguished, and she even felt an unbearable itching in a certain area, her restless heart unable to calm down.
Unconsciously, the image of her two precious daughters being fiercely thrust into by Li Qianfan on the bed surfaced in Yang Meizhen's mind again.
Recalling Li Qianfan's vigorous and powerful body, Yang Meizhen felt even more uncomfortable.
If possible, she also wanted to experience being pressed on the bed by a man both young and strong, to feel those fierce penetrations.
"Achoo!"
Li Qianfan, who had just finished, suddenly sneezed.
"Caught a cold?" Liu Ruyan asked.
"No, maybe someone is cursing me behind my back," Li Qianfan said, rubbing his nose.
"Who would have nothing better to do, cursing you in the middle of the night? Let's rest, I'm sleepy," said Liu Ruyan, as she yawned and then held Li Qianfan tightly, resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.
