He was somewhat losing control because the tightness beneath him was so sweet it intoxicated him.
This passionate and crazy version of himself was rarely seen.
But it was also something he despised, so he maliciously tormented her, simply because she made him lose control.
The initial pain gradually faded, replaced by another kind of pleasure.
Ling Rong still didn't dare to make a sound, constantly suppressing herself.
Her pretty face was slightly red, and her misty eyes resembled black jade grapes dipped in water, bright and captivating.
Yun Shangshu stared intently at her eyes, his mind drifting to another woman.
A woman he could never have in this lifetime.
As he thought about it, his movements became faster and faster.
Ling Rong could hardly bear it; in a state of emotional turmoil, she felt as if she had fallen into a vast ocean, rising and sinking, sometimes drowning, sometimes breathing, leaving her at a loss.
