Ah!
With a high-pitched, somewhat painful cry, Xia Bei was engulfed in a fiery, moist, and intricately tight embrace, shivering with rapture, feeling as if he was on the verge of life and death.
Even though Sister Yang had given birth, she was still incredibly tight.
Her gentle and mature charm, along with her prominent high-ranking position, made him immensely excited and proud. Conquering a woman of status and power like her was every man's dream come true!
"Sister Yang, why can't we? Don't you want to?"
Xia Bei supported himself with his hands, looking at her.
"I... I didn't, obviously it's you who wanted to..." Yang Wanqing turned her face away, not daring to look at him, extremely shy, feeling absurd inside. How could she let an eighteen-year-old enter her body!
Was it love?
Or just pure gratitude, repaying a favor?
She couldn't tell, only knowing she was infatuated with the feeling, enjoying it, wanting to hold him, entangled to death.
