"Ah!"
"Xia Bei, no... don't!"
With a high-pitched, painful cry, Xu Yirong's entire body tensed, her pretty face turned pale, and she kept pushing him away. That huge, swollen heat below felt like it was tearing her body apart.
Xia Bei paused, a bit disappointed.
It seemed Yirong hadn't fully accepted him yet!
Seeing him not moving, Xu Yirong stopped pushing and just held onto him. Her body was hot, like a flame, and she actively, gently rubbed against him, letting out delightful moans from time to time.
Was she...
Xia Bei was also a bit perplexed; she had just said no, and now it seemed like she wanted it a bit!
He couldn't quite figure her out. She kept saying she didn't like him, yet she didn't resist getting intimate with him. When Zhou Jing got close to him, she would get a little jealous.
