Don’t Move… It’ll Hurt More

Feng Xinying nodded shyly, her face turning red as tomato. He lifted her face with his hand and kissed her on her forehead. Then he pressed her lovely face in his chest. The moment was so cute and tender that he didn't want it to end. Feng Xinying had accepted that she liked him. He had moved an inch closer to her.

She realized that his member was still hard. She thought she would shift from there and move out but as soon as she moved, he pinned her back in his lap. "Don't move… It'll hurt more".

She bit her lips and didn't move. After a while he looked at his computer and opened the file of the swimming wear project that they were talking about. A night before Feng Xinying had run away from his room without listening to all the details in full. So he opened the file in the computer and said, "Would you like to see the details of the swimming wear project?"