"Ah, Sun Zhe, don't..."
Fang Ruoxue was forced to sit on the stove, her brows furrowing as she let out a delicate cry, her slender hands pressing against Sun Zhe's firm chest muscles, trying to push him away.
But as Sun Zhe lowered his body and bent forward, launching a fierce assault, all her strength seemed to be drained in an instant, leaving her unable to exert any force.
"Don't, don't... it's dirty there..."
She reached out to grab Sun Zhe's hair. Although she was saying 'don't', her silky legs involuntarily lifted up, her feet resting on Sun Zhe's shoulders, deliberately leaning back as if to cooperate with Sun Zhe, creating more space for him to perform.
"Mm-mmm... Mm-hmm..."
Her mouth was tightly shut, and a soft, muffled moan escaped from her nose. Looking down with furrowed brows at Sun Zhe, her expression was filled with helplessness.
