"Whenever I think that I won't be able to see you again, my heart feels as if it's being cut by knives."
Ye Ling'Er wrapped her arms around Yang Cheng's neck and offered a fragrant kiss.
Yang Cheng lowered his head to capture her soft cherry lips, sucking forcefully, his tongue probing her mouth.
Their lips and tongues tangled, emitting teasing water sounds alongside Ye Ling'Er's occasional moans.
At that moment, Yang Cheng was already consumed by desire, his heated palms wandering over Ye Ling'Er's body, kneading her perky breasts, agile fingers teasing her buds.
"Mmm... ah... so comfortable."
Ye Ling'Er let out a delicate moan, unable to resist twisting her waist, rubbing against Yang Cheng's already awakened dragon.
"Stop tempting me. You just had a massive blood loss, equivalent to a miscarriage; you definitely can't do it now."
Yang Cheng panted, yet he forcibly suppressed himself, not wanting to harm Ye Ling'Er.
"Can't you be gentle? I want it so bad right now."
