Faced with Fang Jiayun's impatient urging, Sun Zhe acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.
What he wanted was the feeling, the atmosphere, the raw experience—not some quick fuck like slipping down a back alley after paying upfront.
If that was all, he'd rather just sit at home, watch some porn, and jerk off. That'd be way more interesting.
Staring into her contempt-filled eyes, Sun Zhe felt a furnace blazing in his chest. He spat, "What the fuck are you so fucking anxious about? Want to get fucked so bad? In a bit I'll fuck you till you're crying your fucking eyes out!"
Hearing the crude filth spewing from his mouth, Fang Jiayun's chest heaved in rage, her delicate fists instinctively clenched, and she resolutely turned her face away, ignoring Sun Zhe completely.
Sun Zhe didn't bother with words anymore—he just started moving.
Fang Jiayun lay quiet on the big bed, like a gift wrapped with care, being peeled open layer by layer by Sun Zhe.
After a short while.
