She knew he was doing it on purpose, yet she could not retort, as the hand clutching his arm gripped tighter due to that need within her.
Qin Sijue certainly felt it, as his kisses slowly began to move downward.
"Hmm—"
"No, Qin Sijue..."
She felt like she was going to lose her mind.
"No?"
"Don't..." She couldn't stand his teasing like this.
"Are you sure you don't want it? Hmm?"
"No, not that..."
She was so flustered that she started to speak incoherently!
It wasn't that she didn't want it, but she didn't want his teasing, that kind of sensation, as if her body was on fire, and he was the cold antidote.
Yet, he just wouldn't give it to her.
"Sijue, I'm begging you..."
"Is that enough..." His voice was husky, looking down at her as she bloomed beneath him like a fiery red rose, he asked in a low voice.
"No—"
He met her needs, careful not to touch her wounds as much as possible.
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