Nell Harris heard Dylan Young ask indistinctly, "Nell, how about now, are you ready?"
But at this moment, Nell Harris was already in a haze, her senses muddled by Dylan Young's teasing, her body and brain were completely out of control.
Her hands were wrapped around Dylan Young's neck, her legs entwined around his waist. Her whole being was like a dodder flower, entirely reliant, needing to be tightly bound to him. Only he could stop her from being blown down by the wind and rain, only he would protect her and shield her from all the misery outside.
Nell Harris only felt her body was on fire, with just one thought in her mind, yearning for someone to extinguish the fire within her so she could feel a little better. It really was unbearably uncomfortable.
She bit her lips and unconsciously let out a "Hmm..."
And then...
