Lin Xinlan cradled his face with her hands, leaned close to his ear, and whispered with a low chuckle, "Shaoze, tonight, I just want you to take me, take me fiercely."
The man's arms suddenly tightened, almost crushing her waist.
"What did you call me?!" he asked hoarsely, his voice urgent.
Lin Xinlan smiled again as she said his name, "Shaoze, Shaoze..."
"Xinlan, tonight you're asking for it!" Rong Shaoze hugged her tightly, striding toward the large bed. He pressed down on her body, kissing her lips with urgent craving, "Little temptress, tonight, I'll surely satisfy you, satisfy you fiercely!"
The intense passion, like the night that wouldn't fade, lasted for a long time.
Amid burst after burst of climax, Lin Xinlan felt she could die without any regrets.
She clung to the man above her, a line of tears involuntarily falling from the corner of her eyes, while her heart was bleeding.
