Nangong Yaoling's grip grew stronger each time, his scorching hot kisses falling on her body, the temperature rising as if he wanted to ignite her. She was exhausted and could only hang limply on his shoulder, glaring at him through gritted teeth.
"Nangong Yaoling... why do you insist on tormenting me? Is it so much fun to torture me?"
"That's a great question. Actually, I've been wondering about that myself..." He lowered his head, kissing her collarbone, sometimes nibbling lightly, sometimes sucking forcefully, at times aggressive and bloodthirsty, and at others tender and lingering.
The warmth of his palm wrapped around her body, as if he wanted to completely possess her physically and mentally.
She collapsed helplessly, feeling her body losing control more and more.
Low moans escaped her throat, sounding like quiet sobbing.
This seemed to spur him on even more, increasing his effort.
