We should stop, thought Rong Xiu to himself. If not, I might really do something else.
But Chu Liuyue's lips were very soft and sweet, which caused him to lose control. He had waited for this day for too long.
A little while longer, and another while. Rong Xiu held Chu Liuyue's waist tightly, and he could feel something being suppressed, even with the clothes separating them.
The young girl in his arms gradually softened into a ball, and he could pinch or rub her any way he liked.
She belonged to him—only him.
Chu Liuyue gradually sensed Rong Xiu's aura had become dangerous. Her instincts told her that continuing would not be a good idea, so she willingly moved back and tilted her head to lean on his shoulders.
Rong Xiu's hands caressed her waist, and they felt slightly itchy.
After taking a deep breath, Rong Xiu finally suppressed his inner urge. His voice was scarily hoarse. "The next time this happens…"
