"Just bear with it for a little while, it'll get better soon."
Qin Chuan took a deep breath, suppressing his excited heart.
The closer it gets, the more one has to resist the impulse.
Otherwise, if he charges right in, Wen Yaxin definitely won't be able to handle it. Worse, it might tear her apart.
So, even though he had already caressed her, his movements remained cautious.
He gently parted the two tender flesh petals, resting against them, yet he didn't rush to enter.
At this moment, he felt like a painter, using his tool to brush back and forth.
Wen Yaxin's tender flesh also became more lubricated, as if coated with a layer of lubricant, slippery and smooth.
Occasionally, he could feel waves of warm air from inside, as if something was about to gush out, or as if something was drawing Qin Chuan in.
If it were Su Qian or Jian Ya lying under him now, by this time he would've already thrust his waist forward.
But, before him was the untouched Wen Yaxin.
