Zhang Yuxing was devastated, frustrated, irritable, and helpless.
Being held in a man's arms, kissed skillfully by him, and touched provocatively, she really couldn't stop herself. Her mind blurred, and her body heated and softened.
What pained her more was that it was pleasurable, making her feel almost dizzy with ecstasy. However, the wetness below was terribly uncomfortable and embarrassing!
Liu Zhizhong, this devil, with his masculine aura, was slowly overcoming Zhang Yuxing's resistance, making her feel like she was succumbing.
On this cold night, in a dark room, on a narrow single bed, everything was indescribable and unimaginable.
To resist the cold and not freeze to death, the proud woman of the Zhang Family from Yangzhou became like a plaything for Demon Liu, both enjoying it and suffering, helpless and resigned.
This interaction was truly exhilarating and intensely feverish, bringing bouts of warmth to her body; the effect was clearly pronounced.