Ren Chuqing's heart suddenly constricted, understanding that at this moment, no matter what she said, it was useless— he simply wouldn't listen.
She closed her eyes, her pale lips muttering, "Then... at least not in the living room, go... to your room... I'm begging you, Ah Qing!"
The next moment, she felt her body being lifted into the air, carried sideways, and then she landed on a soft bed.
This was... his room.
At least, it would be better in the room.
She comforted herself with this thought as she felt him removing the remaining clothes on her body.
Her eyes tightly shut, she bit down hard on her teeth to keep herself from making any moans.
Nannan was sleeping in the next room—she must not wake her up!
But he did the opposite, constantly kissing her, teasing the sensitive spots of her body, forcing her to make sounds.
That night, Ren Chuqing didn't know how many times Wen Muqing had taken her.
Until she was completely exhausted, he didn't stop.