Chapter 33 (1/2)

Tang Yao just finished acupuncture treatment on his back and couldn't bear the double pressure of the bed board and his thick body.

She burst into tears with pain, even the voice of saying no was not sharp.

”Let go...” Her lips were as white as they could be.

”No, not even death!” Yan Shaokun said.

He took off his clothes in a hurry and had only one thought in his head.

Take her.

Only the deepest entanglement of the body can prove that she still belongs to him.

It's just like when they used to make a little noise or make a scene red in the face, Yan Shaokun always threw Tang Yao on the bed and gave them a quick education, and they would recover as before.

He simply thought, this time it should be the same.

He can't wait any longer. He can't wait for her to change her mind.

He wants to use the most direct way, let her heart back.

Yan Shaokun dropped the kiss from Tang Yao's earlobe to his clavicle and moved it down a little bit.

Every sensitive point developed by him himself came to his mind.

He never let go of one, using all the skills of his life.

The gnawing and licking with deep feeling and love are all his silent confessions.

”Yao Yao, you are mine.” Every inch of skin that Yan Shaokun touched was shivering.

He stepped forward, and his disordered and restless heart finally calmed down at this moment.

Even if she lay dead fish in bed, she is still his heart.

Only after losing can we cherish.

He has lost once. He wants to cherish it.

But that process is too long, he can't do warm fire waiting, only at the moment of contact, let him at ease.

”Don't love me, it's worse than killing me...”