"Since you feel so insecure, I'll give you security," Shi Jingzhou kissed her neck, sucking with force, even biting and tearing.
Qiao Zhiyi winced in pain as Shi Jingzhou tore her clothes off without a hint of gentleness, all too eager.
Qiao Zhiyi knew what would happen next, and although she had desired it, when it actually came to it, she couldn't help but tremble uncontrollably.
Being sober made her incredibly shy, but she could fully experience that soaring sensation.
She finally understood why some people become addicted to this, without restraint.
Qiao Zhiyi's hands left palm prints on the glass; she couldn't tell if it was sweat or water on her body until her legs became unsteady, and only then did Shi Jingzhou let her go.
Qiao Zhiyi gasped for air, unable to stand on her own; she clung to Shi Jingzhou, her gaze hazy and her cheeks flushed a bright red.