wen yuan, do you feel sorry for me (2)

he grabbed her unhappily and trapped her under his body again. " what's wrong? are you uncomfortable?"

wen yuan's face was buried in the pillow, and his long hair was messily scattered on the pillow. his eyes were burning with fire again as he looked at her. he was a little interested in trapping her, and he became slow and not as anxious as before.

wen yuan bit his fist and said in a broken voice, " "You're driving after drinking?"

"is your heart aching?" His handsome face was leaning against her neck as he spoke warmly. His breath was very hot. Wen Yuan almost could not take it and wanted to move him away, but he refused to let her. He pressed her down and insisted that she answer.

Wen Yuan was furious. He had come back late, and he was drunk-driving and polite?

she refused to make a sound, so he rubbed her until her heart trembled. wen yuan then bit his fist. " "I don't feel heartache!"

He chuckled and tormented her even more.