Her sudden emotional outburst startled Song Guanchao.
But before he could think further, Wen Ru suddenly bit his shoulder.
Hiss!
Song Guanchao winced in pain, his expression twisting slightly.
He raised his hand and slapped her bottom hard, the flesh trembling like waves. Wen Ru whimpered, but still refused to let go.
Song Guanchao didn't make her release, he turned around to sit on the bed, holding her bottom, lifting her lightweight body up, then heavily putting it down.
"Ah!"
This time Wen Ru couldn't hold back and cried out.
That cry seemed to open the floodgates for Song Guanchao.
For the rest of the night, Song Guanchao barely stopped.
"Huff, huff~"
Song Guanchao lay on the bed, his chest and abdomen heaving intensely.
He had stopped, but the woman took charge and wouldn't let him rest.
After resting for more than half an hour, he slowly sat up, grabbing his clothes and putting them on piece by piece.
