As long as he is willing to make the effort to please a woman, basically, even if that woman is truly a chaste and virtuous lady, at least, at this mont, she will still be overwheld by his incredibly rich experience and gentle ticulous attitude!
At least... Although Zhao Ziyin is unwilling in her heart, this ti wasn’t as excruciating as the last. On the contrary... Despite her reluctance to admit it, at least physically, she unexpectedly felt a peculiar sensation! Zhao Ziyin, having been through so much over the years, although without any other experiences besides Mo Siyu, knows the saying, "Though one may not have eaten pork, they’ve seen pigs run." Of course, she knows there are n who can give a woman the most intense pleasure at such monts.
Finally, after a long, long ti, things cald down...
Zhao Ziyin was made to feel weak and limp all over by him. She turned around angrily, wanting to hit him, but was tightly embraced by Mo Siyu, who kissed her cheeks passionately.
"You bastard, let go!" Zhao Ziyin struggled hard to break free, "You’ve gotten what you wanted, why are you still holding onto ?"
But unexpectedly, Mo Siyu’s gaze was dreamy, "Gotten what I wanted? You owe for so long, don’t think you can just get rid of like that with one ti!"
"What?" Mo Siyu no longer gave her a chance to speak, he leaned over and kissed her lips, resisting all her struggles...
And then... there was nothing else.
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Anyway, when Zhao Ziyin fully awoke, it was already noon the next day. She was completely asleep in Mo Siyu’s arms. Last night, wherever he guided her, whatever positions he put her in, whatever he saw of her, the first thing she did upon waking was turn and slap him!
With a "smack" sound, although the drug’s effect had worn off, her body was still powerless after an entire night’s tornt by him. The slap was only strong enough to feel like swatting a mosquito, waking Mo Siyu up. He opened his sleepy eyes and upon seeing the woman in front, happily embraced her and kissed: "Ziyin, you want more? Let’s rest a bit, then continue after breakfast."
"Who, who wants to continue with you?" Zhao Ziyin was infuriated upon hearing this, just as she was about to get up, Mo Siyu simply bent his arm and pulled her back, chuckling, "It’s the weekend. The weather’s good too, perfect for hugging my wife and sleeping."
"Who’s your wife? Shaless!" Zhao Ziyin’s resistance felt like a kitten’s scratch on him, not painful at all. With a twinkle of amusent in his eyes, he said, "Seems like the wife still has quite so energy! Is it because I wasn’t trying hard enough? Then let’s continue..."
A man who’s endured for a year is rather terrifying, especially Mo Siyu, who played around for quite a while before restraining himself for nearly a year for her. During the two weekend days, relying on the year-long accumulation of thoughts about her, he managed to limit her activity range to the bathroom of his master bedroom at most. Besides eating and sleeping, every other mont was forcefully confined by him to that bed.
Mo Siyu seed to have endless energy—actually, his panic and anger stemd from seeing Zhao Ziyin’s resignation letter. At that mont, he finally realized he’d gone too far; if Zhao Ziyin were driven away by him, he’d definitely fall apart!
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