"Hmph! Are you ignoring me now?"
Murong Wan, displeased, gave Yang Cheng a shove, but he caught her small hand and pinned her beneath him.
"If I were ignoring you, why would I feel so strongly about you?"
Yang Cheng leaned closer, his warm breath spraying her ear, causing her body to tremble all over.
He smiled slightly, his large hand finding its way to the softness between her legs, and his nimble fingers ventured inside.
Feeling the tightness and warmth inside, the wicked fire within Yang Cheng surged even more, making him move involuntarily.
"Ah, ah! So good! Faster, please!"
Murong Wan moaned, her waist lightly swaying, syncing with his movements.
The woman who was sulking just now was now immersed in desire, her small hand gripping Yang Cheng's dragon, stroking forcefully.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
As Yang Cheng's hand speed increased, Murong Wan's cries grew more and more wanton; luckily, they were inside a private courtyard house, or the neighbors would have heard.
