Having abstained for so long, finally getting to eat meat, Mr. Li was even fiercer than a wolf, demanding and intense.
Yu Jingrong felt like she was on a boat, tossed by violent winds and stormy seas, almost unable to catch her breath, and at the final climax, for a moment, she truly thought she was going to die.
She had no strength left at all, her entire body felt as though all the energy had been drained from it, lying weakly beneath Li Chengyun.
Yet Li Chengyun seemed unsatisfied, gently held her face and kissed her, letting the chaotic breathing gradually return to calm.
She was too sore to move, so she let him have his way, allowing him to hold her and kiss her as he pleased, allowing him to carry her to the shower, and then have another round in the bathroom.
In the following days, Mr. Li refused to let her off every night, which left Yu Jingrong both embarrassed and amazed; a man starved for almost a year was not to be trifled with.
