Warning: Slight mature content ahead.

Hickeys were scattered all over her sleek and fair back. Her delicate skin was covered with a faint layer of pink as if there was a layer of blush over it.

She buried her face in the sheets, only revealing her very red ears.

Even after she said she was ready, Shen Zhining didn’t rush. He was engrossed in exploring her back like he was polishing a piece of fine jade, gentle stroking her skin here and there. Every place his warm lips touched seemed to ignite a fire on Sheng Jiaoyang’s body.

It was like a chemical reaction as even her bones began to tingle.

His slow touches were like torture. It was like a lingering death. The only difference was that death was an acute suffering while his touches were pleasurable.

“Can you hurry up?!”

Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned that she shouted out loud. She couldn’t believe the lustful and needy voice was really hers.

Afterwards, she felt her back turn cool. Could it be that he got up?

Faint sounds rang...