213 Darkest Hour

Zhang Yuxing was also on the verge of collapse, frustrated, furious, and yet powerless.

Being held in a man's arms, being expertly kissed by him, being caressed until she was stimulated, she truly couldn't stop even if she wanted to, her mind spun, and her whole body felt hot and limp.

Even more agonizing for her was the realization that this was a kind of pleasure that made her feel almost weightless, but the dampness below, that condition, was so uncomfortable and embarrassing!

This demon, Liu Zhizhong, with his male heat emanating from his body, made Zhang Yuxing increasingly unable to stand her ground, she even felt the gradual onset of surrender.

This cold winter night, the dark room, on the cramped single bed, everything was indescribable and unimaginable.

To resist the cold and not freeze to death, the proud woman from the Zhang Family in Yangzhou still ended up like a plaything of Demon Liu, both enjoying and suffering, helpless and resigned.