At this moment, Lu Jihan felt like devouring her, and Song Yinyin could only endure Lu Jihan's passion, her whole body was hot, like a shrimp cooked thoroughly.
Even Song Yinyin herself was startled by her own reaction.
She hadn't expected that even while being sick, her desires could be so easily enticed out by Lu Jihan and swiftly rise to an uncontrollable level.
She clung tightly to Lu Jihan's back, arching her body to accommodate him, wanting to be closer to him.
The broad, reachable shoulders made him indulge in it.
She loved this man immensely, loved how he kissed her back, and gradually began to feel dizzy…
Lu Jihan felt he was on the brink of losing control, his body becoming more powerful and firm, while the Song Yinyin in his arms was soft as water.
Their chaotic breathing further urged the rapid surge of passion.
But at that moment, suddenly, the doorbell rang with a crisp ding.
