Song Tian sighed deeply and lay down beside Wei Qingping, turning his head to look at her as she lay unconscious, having returned to her cool, transcendent demeanor. It felt like he had been dreaming.
He had never imagined that Wei Qingping, this tranquil and ethereal beauty, would actually enjoy such a treatment. Luckily he had given her a slight knock and discovered it; if he had been too forceful, it might have been even more troublesome.
Song Tian looked at the serene Wei Qingping, then at the mess beneath her, and couldn't help but pat her face.
Wei Qingping gradually woke from the stupor caused by the pain and intense stimulation, her face, which had previously been swelled from being hit, now flushed even redder upon seeing Song Tian beside her.
Song Tian reached beneath her and grabbed a handful, his hand coming away covered in her essence and juices. Then with brutal force, he stuffed his hand into her mouth, tugging at her tongue.