Yan Sijue gradually became unsatisfied, taking a few steps to the bed and pinning her beneath him!
His body was fiercely hot, clamoring, restless... Mu Yiliang's face turned red, and she pushed against his chest with her hand, finally finding the chance to utter a few words: "Your injury..."
The man then stopped, his breathing still heavy, seemingly using immense effort to suppress his desire.
He grasped her hands, intertwining his fingers with hers.
Mu Yiliang involuntarily gazed into his eyes.
His eyes were dark, filled with emotions that made her heart palpitate.
Mu Yiliang felt her cheeks gradually become scorching hot, and she quickly averted her gaze to the ceiling, her voice somewhat weak: "You... let me go..."
He let out a low laugh, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice tender: "Yiliang..."
"What... what's wrong..." she stammered inexplicably.
