Rescue and Reassurance

"Ah… That feels good," Ignatius murmured, his voice low with pleasure.

Ignatius's hand cupped Shen Xinghui's cheek, wiping away the tear tracks that remained.

His fingers lingered with a comforting touch, steadying him.

At the same time, Ignatius began to stroke Shen Xinghui's own arousal, his movements firm yet considerate.

Shen Xinghui gasped, arching involuntarily as his trembling hands tried to return the favor.

He focused on the sensitive tip, tracing it lightly, and teasing the prominent ridge.

Although Ignatius's size was almost too much for his hands, Shen Xinghui was determined to please him, even if only a little.

"Ah! Hah… Ahh! Nngh!"

Shen Xinghui's moans filled the room as his body betrayed him, climbing higher and higher.

He couldn't control himself—his body trembled violently before finally releasing his heat into Ignatius's hand.

"Ah… I'm sorry…" Shen Xinghui whispered, his voice filled with guilt.