Ye Xinluo: "......"
With a somewhat speechless roll of the eyes, she reached out a finger and poked his shoulder, looked into the darkness at this childish guy, and couldn't help but silently complain: "Beichen Rui, how come you seem more childish than your son?"
Hearing her words, Beichen Rui just let out a faint laugh without opening his mouth to argue, propped his hand by her shoulder, and pressed his thin lips against hers.
His breathing started to become somewhat erratic, the force of his kiss growing more and more intense, and the desire that had just subsided began to stir again. While kissing her, he started to make his moves.
Somehow, as they kissed, Ye Xinluo's thoughts drifted off somewhere unknown.
Noticing her distraction, he gave a punishingly hard movement, making her body tremble slightly. She nearly couldn't hold back a moan.
Didn't he say he was out of strength? Who's he fooling!
