Yu Zhizhi's moans were soft and broken. Her entire body was under Lou's control, and she could only yield to his desires, softly uttering the words, "I do like Lou..."
She saw.
The young man's eyes crinkled with a smile, full of deep affection and tenderness.
Lou lifted her into his arms.
He'd had a taste and now he couldn't stop.
He saw the little jasmine, slick with moisture, melting in the palm of his hand.
He heard her voice, choked with sobs, say, "No more."
Lou's movements didn't pause in the slightest. He chuckled lowly. "You can't say 'no more.' You can only say you like it."
He demanded it from her, over and over.
—'You must say you like it.'
He wanted the little female to carve the four words, "I do like Lou," into the depths of her heart.
When Yu Zhizhi woke up, she was lying on a soft bed in an alcove. Her waist ached and her legs felt powerless. As she slowly sat up, the hazy light from the side hall filtered in, making the world feel surreal.
