Little Wang Cai's voice was hoarse but with the door as a divider, his voice was just like a mosquito to the man who was consumed with desire.
Li Moying held Huang Yueli's slender waist tightly and he kissed her with dense and impatient kisses, sliding down from her neck to her chest…
At this moment, he truly realized what was the ultimate pleasure.
This pleasure was not only in the physical sense. It was more of a spiritual pleasure that came from deep within.
This kind of intoxicated feeling was even more pleasurable than being drunk, and even more magical.
Li Moying felt his Profound Energy swiftly flowing in his meridians. Every single time it went through a cycle, it would become stronger. Various complicated images flashed past his mind. Every scene seemed to replenish the gap in the deepest part of his consciousness.
