The moans and gasps inside the room grew louder and louder.
But that was only in relation to the utter darkness and silence inside.
Compared to another crisp sound of a slap, it was merely minor.
Zhao Rong bent down and moved closer to the delicate ear hidden amidst the lush hair, gently nudging with his nose, filling his senses with the fresh scent of her hair.
It was an indescribable aroma, incredibly fragrant, so he gently nudged the cascading locks aside and clasped the exquisite, pale earlobe in his mouth, as if holding a white pearl.
Seemingly not satisfied, he gently 'bit' down on it with his teeth.
Meanwhile, Zhao Rong's right hand continued unperturbed, lifting and falling, executing this strict domestic discipline.
As if the nibbling on her ear made her lose focus, the sounds of her pain momentarily ceased.
