Mu Haiyun couldn't stand such stimulation, screamed out again, accompanied by the man's even more fierce thrusts.
Because of the pain, Mu Haiyun's rationality returned.
When she noticed she was doing this with Bai Chenyao in the bathroom, her cheeks were flushed red, yet turned somewhat pale from pain, appearing tender and alluring, increasingly seductive.
Plus, now she was leaning on the sink, her face directly facing the mirror above it, even if she was ashamed to the point of death, she could still see her face becoming as beautiful as peach blossoms due to her emotions, and the man behind her gripping her waist in motion.
Looking at his sharply defined features, so familiar and exquisite, yet she had never seen Bai Chenyao so expressive.
Directly wickedly charming, cold, yet damnably sexy, it made her slowly become addicted, obsessed, even beginning to lose herself.
