Shouldn't You Thank Me Properly?

Shui Anluo was so irritated by Chu Ningyi that she nearly spat out blood.

Chu Ningyi's words carried an unspeakable end syllable. It was also this end syllable that caused Shui Anluo to shiver.

"What're you..." Before Shui Anluo could finish speaking, a warm sensation washed over her chest.

Stiffen!

This was the only action Shui Anluo could take. Both of her hands were forced onto the bed as she looked down at his lush, short hair. His knees were on the ground in a half-kneeling stance while his hands held back of her hands. He buried his face in her showy mountains and sucked forcefully.

Shui Anluo felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

What was he doing?

Shui Anluo never thought that the day would come when he would use this method to bow down to her body without any signs of distraction.

Chu Ningyi was such a cold and elegant man. She never, ever thought that he would do what he was doing now for her sake.