Su Qingli tried everything, with all sorts of methods she could think of, and finally, under her relentless efforts, Second Brother Sun succumbed, reviving amidst his fatigue.
"Ow... Sister Qingli, be gentler."
Sun Zhe lay powerless on the big bed, looking at Su Qingli who was lying on his thigh. He suddenly frowned and inhaled sharply as if suffering great pain.
"What's the matter, hubby?"
Su Qingli looked up at him, her enchanting gaze seemed to pull him in.
Sun Zhe said, "You all come one after another, my skin is almost rubbed off, it hurts, be gentler."
Upon hearing this, Su Qingli relaxed her grip on the fierce, burning-hot item a bit, "Ah, I forgot, sorry hubby."
Sun Zhe let out a long sigh, slowly lying back weakly, "Alright, you handle it yourself."
"Oh..."
Su Qingli pouted her attractive lips, inching closer to closely observe the fierce and ugly thing before her. She noticed its surface had turned an unnatural red, clearly from excessive friction.
