Lin Meiqing began to demurely bend her voluptuous, graceful body. Before long, her voice grew husky and increasingly indistinct.
Shen Fanyun reclined on the couch, lost in a state of ecstasy. He reached out to hold Lin Meiqing's head, a delicate fragrance wafting from his fingertips as the vital essence in his body seethed. A beauty by his side. This must be the most content, the most blissful moment of a man's life.
In the next second, her eyes flew open as a sharp discomfort seized her throat. "You brute."
She tried to lift her head, but Shen Fanyun, unable to stop, pressed his fingers against the back of her head, refusing to let her go.
So cruel. How could he do this? Wasn't he afraid she would suffocate? He didn't know how to cherish a woman at all. Utterly shameless!
Lin Meiqing felt she had spoiled Shen Fanyun far too much, satisfying his every whim, no matter the position or method. After all this time, he's starting to test my limits. Hmph, infuriating!
COUGH. COUGH.
