The latter was so surprised his eyes flew wide open, yet unexpectedly did not retreat. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist, lifted his other hand to hold the back of her head, turning the tables.
And so—
"...It hurts, be gentler!" Wen He knitted her brow tightly, raising her hand to swat the man leaning over her.
Qin Yan's handsome face was trickling with cold sweat, his furrowed brow never relaxing once. He struggled to push himself further into Wen He, letting out a muffled groan.
Wen He just felt unbearable pain, her hand on his shoulder pushing him away a bit, "No more, Qin Yan, it hurts too much, no more, no more!"
Qin Yan opened his eyes, enduringly gave her a glance, lowered his body, his voice hoarse, "Do you think just by saying no, we can stop? Hmm?"
Then, with a sudden thrust of his hips.
"Ah—" Two lines of tears sprang from Wen He's eyes.
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