Should Just Die in His Arms

When the two of them became one, Shi Mo let out a low growl.

He rampaged inside her body.

All reason was thrown to the side.

The feeling of sensuality between them was as wild as a runaway horse. 

Fang Mo'er became alert in an instant.

She clung to him as if she had been hit by a heavy rain. She felt that the storm was intense and urgent.

During this time, she almost hit her head on the bed, but was pressed back by his large hands.

The feeling was heavy and deep.

Even though the man was usually gentlemanly and refined, in bed, however, he was simply an animal that did not know what satiety was.

She did not know whether it was because she was overly charming or because he had always been like this in this aspect.

In short...

Fang Mo'er could not help but remind him, "Hubby, could you be a little gentler?"