"I'm here." His voice was incredibly hoarse, soothingly kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, and chin.
"Ooh..." Xiyan's voice was like a kitten's whimper, feeling him slowly entering her.
When that barrier was completely broken through, and the two became one, the voice Xiyan had been holding back burst out uncontrollably, "It hurts—"
Why does it hurt so much?
It felt as if her lower body was being torn apart.
Not comfortable at all!
He paused, his large hand gently stroking her hair, "Xiyan, be good, it won't hurt in a moment."
Ou Jue's deep voice was a deadly temptation when coaxing someone.
Normally, it would certainly make her feel weak all over.
But now it's different.
Xiyan's consciousness was completely pulled by that tearing pain, wanting to push him away, yet reluctant to do so.
For a moment, she didn't even know where to put her hands and could only grip the sheet behind her, subconsciously arching her upper body slightly.
