“Miss...miss you, like hell!” Lu Cang gathered up all the strength in his body to muster a response. He was panting so hard he could barely hang on.
“You’re already spent?” Jing continued to taunt him.
For some reason, Lu Cang was suddenly ticked off. “I’m done...” He struggled to flip around, but because Jing was on top of him, only succeeded in turning awkwardly onto his side. He could only prop himself up with his arms and crawl away, attempting to pull himself out from under Jing.
How could Jing allow him to escape? A strong arm caught him by the waist. One hand twisted his erection, and Lu Cang grew limp and powerless at once. Jing took advantage of this and thrust himself back inside aggressively.
The side position put Lu Cang in so much pain his sense of sight fell to blackness. Jing still continued to thrust in and out without any hint of developing compassion or mercy. The ceaseless arousal accompanied by acute aching tossed and tumbled upwards. Lu Cang’s eyes rolled back, his physical energy at last drained dry, and fainted on the spot...
Who knew how long later, Lu Cang finally regained consciousness.
The single light in the room was the size of a bean. The only thing left was a body covered in bruises, frightful to his eye. The sheets were kneaded into a messy muddle. The entire room was wreathed in the smell of too much love-making—yet Jing had long since gone off somewhere unknown to him...
Jing came without explanation and left without explanation. Although his disappearance was what he had been praying for day and night, Lu Cang had the empty sensation of something having been whirled away. Melancholy flooded his heart and spirit...