"Things will pass quickly," Jun Lii said, gripping her hand. "If you miss your son too much, I can do other things to distract you."
Yan Yueqing's legs went weak: "Forget it, forget it, please spare me."
This guy had enough stamina to drive anyone insane—it wasn't over in less than two hours, and her waist was nearly broken.
She immediately stood up and tried to run.
Jun Lii grabbed her and pulled her back into his arms: "What are you thinking? Why is your face so red?"
Yan Yueqing hung her head and pushed him slightly: "Stop it."
"Thinking wrongly?" Jun Lii looked at her leisurely, his face showing an insatiable expression, "Alright, I won't tease you."
Yan Yueqing didn't believe him: "You always say that..."
The next second, it began...
Jun Lii chuckled: "Being too clingy isn't good for your health, don't worry, I'll be moderate."
The calm, self-controlled him now and the him who seemed possessed in bed were totally different.
