Mu Yiliang gasped for air, her tears falling uncontrollably... She had never experienced such pain before; it was as if her body was being forcibly torn in two! Even during her first time, under this man's patience and gentleness, she had never felt such agony.
Yan Sijue let out a low groan, and the pain on his face finally eased somewhat.
But for Mu Yiliang, this was no different from being tortured — she gripped his shoulder tightly, but the man's muscles were so tense and hard as if they were made of stone!
"Yan Sijue..." she called his name in a voice as faint as a whisper.
At this moment, he couldn't hear anything! No techniques or soothing words, just relying on primitive instincts!
Mu Yiliang bit her lips hard, trying to keep a shred of clarity in her mind!
She was really afraid she would faint the next second!
