"Whimper…"
Upon awakening one morning, Chu Shihan and Lin Fan found themselves face to face, and that was all it took for lightning to strike and sparks to fly.
Without saying a word, the two became entangled again. However, considering the swollen redness down below, Lin Fan didn't dare use too much force. Thus, he gently inserted the "Iron Pestle" into her tender mouth.
It wasn't until Lin Fan contentedly poured all his hot seed into her that Chu Shihan, despite feeling nauseous, managed to swallow it all. Seeing her uncomfortable expression, Lin Fan tenderly caressed her face.
"You know, you could've spit it out."
"As long as it's from Feng, I like it… and even if I don't… I'll try to accept it."
Licking her lips, Chu Shihan looked up at Lin Fan with blushing cheeks, "Feng, I have to go. On the days I'm not by your side, you must take good care of yourself."
