Xiao Yuqi understood what Yang Cheng meant, and with no inhibitions, she moaned erotically at the top of her lungs.
"Husband, you're amazing! It hurts, but it's so good!"
"But I'm honestly about to pass out from exhaustion. Maybe you should call Fang Ling back in!"
Yang Cheng immediately refused, panting heavily. "No way. Fang Ling's at her limit. Even if she came back, I couldn't touch her again."
"Then what do we do? I don't want you to fuck me to death on this bed."
Xiao Yuqi's voice was tinged with tears, her words broken and halting—proof of how fiercely Yang Cheng was thrusting into her.
Just then, Chu Xiaoyu, unable to resist any longer, raised her hand and pushed open the dorm room door.
After Chu Xiaoyu and Fang Ling had left, Yang Cheng hadn't bothered to lock the door, so Chu Xiaoyu just walked straight in.
"Xiaochen, you can't keep going like this—Yu Qi's body can't take it."
Chu Xiaoyu tried to persuade him, her beautiful eyes full of worry.
