"Ahhh...gentle, gentle, gentle..."
Upon hearing this exaggerated moan, Qin Jin stopped what he was doing, his face darkening as he looked down at the little woman beneath him, "Where does it hurt?"
Ye Zi whined with grievance: "There!"
Qin Jin's gaze was dark and ominous, his voice icy enough to kill: "I haven't even started yet!"
"Huh?" Ye Zi's face instantly flushed to the root of her neck, "You...haven't started?"
"..."
Mr. Qin was not going to answer that question.
He captured her lips once more, then trailed kisses down from her chin, venting his anger and desire through his kisses.
Because of his movements, Ye Zi's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her hands tightly clutching Qin Jin's back, her long nails scratching out several bloody marks.
"So hot..."
It was as if she was soaked in high-proof alcohol. Ye Zi, who never touched a drop, was drunk, her body feverishly hot.
