Atop the large bed, Li Huizhen's gasps rose and fell, clinging to Lin Fan like an octopus, lacking even the strength to open her eyes, but she continuously murmured into his ear.
"Husband... I love you... I love you... I'm sorry... I really love you so much..."
With each thrust, Li Huizhen's cries turned into frenzied moaning, as if her cries carried blood and tears, which made Lin Fan grip Li Hui Fang's chest even tighter, because they both knew what this apology meant. Hatred surged in his heart again, making the movements of his waist even more intense, as if he wanted to use the Iron Pestle to pierce through Li Huizhen's heart.
"Husband... I... I'm coming... Husband..."
