Ziyi obediently released her teeth, allowing him to invade deeply.
Pei Yuanchen deeply plundered her breath, his tongue pressing against the base of hers, sweeping through without a care.
His muscles were tensely strained.
Ziyi quickly couldn't bear it anymore, trying to push him away, but Pei Yuanchen grabbed her wrists, not allowing her to move.
Until she completely softened.
Pei Yuanchen released her with a low gasp, his gaze deepened, like the deep sea brewing a massive wave.
Ziyi gasped for air, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, lashes trembling fiercely.
At this moment, she truly seemed to have no more strength, her body tender and soft, eyes misty, further arousing the man's rampant impulse.
Pei Yuanchen's breathing was still heavy, his Adam's apple rolling as he suddenly released her hands, preparing to take the opportunity to tuck her into quilt.
Yet his hands still trembled, as if enduring immense torment.
