"I... need to ask you for a favor," Chang Chi clung to Shang Yin, letting him tease her body, igniting both the fire on her flesh and the fire in the bottom of her heart, intensifying as it burned her brain.
"Speak," Shang Yin was too lazy to go upstairs, knowing that Pello would not come down anytime soon, he tossed Chang Chi onto the sofa and quickly stripped off her clothes. After his training, Chang Chi had become more sensitive, and her figure had become more feminine than when they started.
In a shameful pose on the sofa, Chang Chi weakly covered her eyes, tears streaming from the corners, like wine in a bottle being shaken haphazardly. It took a long time for the liquid to calm down.
The man, having savored the wine, sat up and pulled away her hand, "What happened?" Even after being deceived by him that night, Chang Chi had never been like she was tonight.
