Yan was just about to resist, but immediately lost the ability to do so. She let Ye Chen do as he pleased.
In the bathroom, another passionate battle unfolded, Ye Chen's muscles unleashed waves of formidable strength. Under Ye Chen's assault, Yan screamed repeatedly. Fortunately, the soundproofing on the second floor was good; otherwise, they would have been overheard long ago.
Yan held onto the wall with her hands, as Ye Chen lifted one of her slender legs, selecting various directions and positions to push in…
This was a battlefield without smoke, a siege war, a fierce battle for human propagation. Ye Chen was completely like a war machine, constantly attacking. Yan could only helplessly endure Ye Chen's assault. Though it was already swollen below, the bastard Ye Chen never thought to stop. Helpless, Yan could only grit her teeth and bear it.
