Tang Yige's breath halted, her just-relaxed nerves unavoidably tightening again, as she looked fearfully at the man covering her face.
Si Nan stared closely at Tang Yige, "Do it once more before we go."
"But, um..."
A sudden pain forced Tang Yige to clutch the sofa cover beneath her tightly, a whimper spilling from her throat, unable to be suppressed.
Si Nan paused slightly, looking at Tang Yige gasping beneath him.
One hand reached under her skirt, further back, lifted her lower back, and thrust in suddenly.
"It hurts," Tang Yige whimpered, her eyes reddening as she stared at Si Nan.
Si Nan paused again, leaned down, and forcefully sealed Tang Yige's lips, moving fiercely.
Tang Yige furrowed her brows tightly, her fingers gripping the sofa even harder, the veins on her slender neck popping out.
Half an hour later, Si Nan got off her, standing in front of Tang Yige to tidy up his belt.
