Unable to hold back the piercing sounds, one after another, Wang Suhuan tightly embraced Wang Jie, her body feeling as if it were torn apart, yet her face showed utter satisfaction and joy.
After an intense battle, round after round, Wang Jie finally relaxed after seventy-seven rounds, holding Wang Suhuan tightly in his arms, his heart filled with an undeniable sense of apology.
He didn't know what had come over him; he just hadn't been able to control himself and ended up treating the girl this way.
Looking around at the chaos, including Suhan, who he had worn out to the point of falling apart, Wang Jie scratched his head awkwardly and pulled her into his arms.
"I'm really sorry, I just couldn't control myself, I don't know..."
Before Wang Jie could finish speaking, Wang Sulong pressed her mouth to his, silencing him.
"It's okay, Wang Jie bro, don't say anymore, I understand, I get it all."
"As long as you like it, as long as you want me, anytime, anywhere, I'm yours."