Feng Jiuge's body trembled again, panting, "It's not that you're too powerful, I'm almost fainting."
"It's already unbearable, and what's coming next is even stronger."
Saying that, Yang Cheng flipped her over, gripped her slender waist and thrust in fiercely.
"Ah..."
Even though they had just done it once, Feng Jiuge still found it hard to bear, instinctively wanting to escape.
Yang Cheng wouldn't give her the chance, firmly holding onto her slender waist, he started a new round of battle.
They were enjoying themselves thoroughly, but it was tough for Jiang Yu next door, who tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep.
...
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Yang Cheng opened his eyes and found Feng Jiuge curled up in his arms, like a lazy cat, breathing steadily, sleeping deeply.
