Nianyang helped Li Tingyan back home and shut the door. The atmosphere was starting to get uncontrollable,
as he pushed her against it and lowered his head to silence her with a kiss.
Nianyang was almost out of breath as she pushed against the man's chest, "…Tingyan… your wound…"
Li Tingyan's iron-like arm was unshakeable; he disregarded everything, wanting nothing more than to make love, to hell with the wound.
Nianyang felt like her entire mouth was being devoured, and as soon as they touched, she knew that what Li Tingyan was experiencing was fiercer than usual.
Under such torment, was he upholding his principles by resorting to self-harm to stay faithful? Nianyang was touched and pained, so she stopped struggling and allowed him to kiss as much as he wanted.
But it was clear that kissing was not Li Tingyan's sole intention.
Even in normal times, when facing Nianyang, he often struggled to contain himself.
