At night, Fourth Master breathlessly got off Ye Zao and embraced her, "Zaozao is getting more and more fragrant."
"Hmph, then you might as well swallow me whole," Ye Zao, exhausted, replied somewhat discontentedly.
"I'm no monster to swallow you up," Fourth Master chuckled, holding her tighter, "I don't feel like getting up."
"No way, how can I sleep like this?" Ye Zao struggled.
Fourth Master then pulled her onto him in one swift move and, clutching the back of her head, continued to kiss her, "It's troublesome to wash up now. Let's go another round."
Unable to resist, Ye Zao was embraced by Fourth Master and taken in.
A sound escaped her.
It wasn't uncomfortable; Fourth Master was only getting better.
He always precisely captured her sensation, making her feel good every time. Even if she couldn't reach the climax, it was always pleasurable.
It was just tiring.
Fourth Master wouldn't let her say she was tired, Fourth Master thought he was the tired one!
