304 Who Taught You to Burn Your Bridges After Yousve Enjoyed Yourself? (2/2)

She didn't manage to complete her sentence because Fu Qinglun had covered her tiny mouth and put his body between her slender legs…

…

40 minutes later.

Everything had ended. Their clothes were scattered all around the couch and carpet, the room was filled with the heavy scent of sex.

Fu Qinglun's muscular chest was still pumping up and down as his blood coursed through his veins in a rush of heat. His fringe was wet and it covered his bloodshot eyes with damp strands of hair. His shoulders and back was entirely covered with scratches left behind by her, it had been an abnormally intense session.

He was still on top of Lin Shiyu's delicate back, stretching out his large palm to turn over her fully flushed face as he kissed her.

That kiss lingered on the edge of her consciousness and carried an unfathomable weight.

Lin Shiyu held tightly onto the tattered remains of a cushion on the couch, since she wasn't able to hold him. During the middle of their intense… session, she had clawed her fingers into his back so painfully that he had no choice but to flip her around so she couldn't hold onto him. The cushion was in ruins.

Her beautiful face was filled with a heady, flirtatious charm that made it hard to look away. Her eyes were clear like the rain into an endless sea and any man would be willing to do anything to keep their eyes on her beauty.

She fluttered her long eyelashes and turned over, not allowing him to kiss her and she spat out, ”Get lost!”

After a failed attempt to kiss her, Fu Qinglun frowned in displeasure. His breath was still uneven and he opened his eyes, looking at the beautiful face in his hands, laughing, ”Lin Shiyu, who taught you to burn your bridges after you've enjoyed yourself? Don't pretend to be suffering from some kind of sexual dysfunction in my presence. It's obvious that you enjoyed it just now.”

Lin Shiyu opened her eyes and his handsome face was right in front of her. When he put away his refined mask and stood there, sweating and out of breath, he looked just like a hormonal young man.