Yue Yang’s hand slided down and rubbed her butt, which was surprisingly elastic and bouncy.
The sickly beauty glared at him extremely cutely, but she didn’t stop him.
If it were her last time, she would definitely stop him
But right now she was already his little wife…
Her snow-white hands lightly pressed against his chest, expressing her wish to continue observing the Runes on his body and turning his surging feelings down. She knew that he would definitely not agree if she continued to observe the Runes, hence she said, sort of cutely, “Scoundrel, I’m still sore over there… Who told you to be so rough last night? My waist is about to break, I can’t do it again now…” Seeing that Yue Yang’s expression was filled with regret, she hurriedly assured him with the gentleness of a wife, lightly kissing his lips, “Just let me rest a while. You don’t have to be in such a hurry to do it again!”