One hour later.
"Xiaochen, slow down, I can't take it anymore."
Yang Rou's cheeks were flushed, her little tongue slightly sticking out, her eyes misty.
In bed, Yang Cheng showed no mercy, and seeing her pitiful surrender only fueled his desire, leading to a more vigorous assault.
"No... don't, ah~ I'm going to die."
Yang Rou screamed, her body trembling uncontrollably, reaching the summit again, her body turning limp like water.
"Xiaochen, let sister rest for a bit, I really can't anymore."
Yang Rou cried and pleaded, but Yang Cheng held her waist, picked her up, and changed positions.
"Didn't we agree to do this all day, it's only been a little over an hour, still early!"
Yang Cheng chuckled, holding Yang Rou's slender waist, continuing the whip-like assault.
Yang Rou's voice was somewhat hoarse, tiny moans escaping her lips: "Ah~ Xiaochen, slow down."
"Call me hubby!"
"Hubby~ I'm begging you."
She pleaded softly.
