At Leng Yueshuang's command, Sun Zhe struck like a dragon! An incredibly fierce battle thus began. The entire bed began to CREAK... CREAK... under Sun Zhe's powerful, forceful thrusts.
However, even as the bed itself couldn't help but cry out, Leng Yueshuang stubbornly refused to let out even a single moan. It was as if she were in a contest of wills with Sun Zhe. She bit her lip tightly, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her so hard that her sharp, beautiful nails nearly tore through the fabric. Her beautiful eyes stared quietly at Sun Zhe, her gaze flickering between icy coldness and a hazy blur. Only when Sun Zhe thrust into her very core would she part her lips in a silent, drawn-out cry.
Faced with this 'dead fish,' Sun Zhe was growing quite frustrated. He just couldn't understand. He had such a massive tool, and he was ramming it all the way to the hilt every single time… yet he still couldn't conquer this ice queen!
