Song Guanchao wrapped his arms around her slim, handful waist, leaned down, and shifted from sitting to pressing her down.
Her legs naturally curled up and wrapped around his waist.
Song Guanchao slammed his hips wildly; every forceful thrust like a cat pouncing with all its strength made Lin Wanqiu's soul tremble, her cries tearing from her throat.
"L-light… be gentle…"
"Still want to ask or not?"
Song Guanchao took her earlobe into his mouth and asked viciously.
"I, I… listen to me, let me explain." Lin Wanqiu begged.
"Explain?" Song Guanchao chuckled, sat back up, spread his fingers, grabbed her ass, the flesh bulging between his fingers as he lifted her up and slammed her back down again and again.
Lin Wanqiu wrapped her arms around his neck, her body limp and hanging off him, panting softly as she said, "It was Xiao Su who told me to ask you."
"Her?"
