Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

It had barely relieved the starvation and thirst of his physique eventually, nevertheless it wasn’t that lengthy when the sensation got here creeping again. The one distinction was that it was extra intense this time round.

Rong Yan progressively seen that one thing was unsuitable. When Liancheng Yazhi was together with her earlier than, she had by no means seen him behave like a maniac. It appeared like he was determined to devour her alive and he had no pity, he simply needed to vent out his anger.

Why was he offended?

But when that continued, wasn’t it the identical as being raped?

Rong Yan struggled in his arms. She didn’t need to undergo, however the extra she struggled, the tighter Liancheng Yazhi held her.

There was no different alternative and Rong Yan needed to search for one other manner. However she needed to calm Liancheng Yazhi down first, so her hand fumbled to unbutton Liancheng Yazhi’s shirt and slid her barely chilly hand slowly in opposition to his pores and skin.

Her motion was light as if cherishing her personal child and coaxing a crying baby. It was somewhat… like a mom’s hand.

The second her hand touched Liancheng Yazhi’s pores and skin, his physique trembled barely, however he didn’t cease what he was doing.

Rong Yan endured the ache and put her different hand on his head, threading her fingers via his hair and gently massaging his scalp together with her fingertips.

Positive sufficient, it didn’t take lengthy for Liancheng Yazhi’s actions to ease down, although it didn’t cease.

Falling from the couch to the ground, the chilly ground made Liancheng Yazhi progressively regain his senses. Holding Rong Yan’s smooth physique, he stated, “I actually need to strangle you to demise.”

Rong Yan didn’t have a lot energy left as she had not skilled such intense train for a very long time. Tilting her head barely, she bit Liancheng Yazhi’s ear and gave it a lightweight kiss. “May you actually bear to strangle me to demise?”

Liancheng Yazhi’s physique trembled. He then instantly opened his mouth and bit the smooth flesh below her collarbone, biting so exhausting that it appeared like he needed to chunk it off.

Tears stuffed Rong Yan’s eyes from the ache, and he or she hit his shoulder. “It hurts a lot. Why are you so annoying?”

Liancheng Yazhi didn’t intend to really chunk off her flesh, however the pores and skin broke. It was bleeding and was prone to go away a scar sooner or later.

Rong Yan felt hateful in her coronary heart. She tried to carry it down, to suppress the urge to kick Liancheng Yazhi away. She advised herself that she would quickly be relieved of all of this as a result of her sugar daddy was already drained together with her and this was presumably the final time to serve him. She simply needed to endure it, and all the pieces would return to regular once more.

She simply needed to endure for now, and he or she would quickly be completely satisfied for the second half of her life. Earlier than she had obtained a substantial quantity of break-up charges, she couldn’t annoy this pervert.

Rong Yan’s wound was bleeding slowly. It was like a flower blooming, reflecting her delicate and honest physique and making it seem to be it had a novel stun issue. With tears rolling down her cheeks, smooth whimpers escaping her mouth, and her physique barely trembling, the way in which she appeared made one need to tear her into items and destroy her.

Taking a look at Rong Yan like this, Liancheng Yazhi’s temper grew to become higher. After he had carried her up, he kicked the bed room door open and went in. He then positioned her on the mattress and lay by her aspect. Utilizing his hand to stipulate her physique and requested with a smile, “It hurts?”

Rong Yan cried and glared at him. “I’ll chunk you to see if it hurts?”

Liancheng Yazhi’s eyes swept over Rong Yan’s lovely bud-like face. “Would you dare to chunk if I allow you to?”

“I’ll when you let me. I’m an obedient mistress.” Liancheng Yazhi raised Rong Yan’s chin and checked out her like she was a plaything. “Do you suppose you’re a mistress?”