As sunlight streamed through the window and into the room, Chu Shiyuan's face was covered in fragrant sweat on the bed.
Her hands, already locked up, watched Lin Fan, still diligently at work on her, while her numb legs had lost all sensation.
"Lin Fan... can you... hurry up? I... can't hold on any longer..."
The intense pleasure caused her body to tremble uncontrollably, and under her heavy breaths, her mind was incapable of thinking.
She had never thought that Joy could be so pleasurable, even though she tried hard to suppress it, not to show it, but the instinctive trembling of her body was something she couldn't control.
"If you want to finish, it's not impossible, say something nice."
Lin Fan smiled at the fair-skinned Chu Shiyuan, whose face, sharing a resemblance with Chu Shihan, was now flushed with red hues.
"Say... what..."
Feeling the Iron Pestle continuously thrusting into her already swollen blossom, Chu Shiyuan didn't grasp the meaning behind Lin Fan's words.
