An hour ago, in the guest room.
Mu Chuanlin pinned the girl's slender waist to the bed, the noise from outside had long become inaudible.
The girl's face bore an abnormal flush, her eyelashes clumped together after being soaked with tears, making them seem even darker and longer; her entire demeanor pitiable.
She clumsily sought kisses, her movements inexperienced.
Mu Chuanlin narrowed his eyes as he looked at the girl beneath him and suddenly exerted more force.
Her reaction was slow, and she would cry out in pain, yet she obediently dared not resist.
Mu Chuanlin pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head to look at him, "Fun?"
Xie Xinghui's face was still intensely red, hearing his question she shook her head and whispered softly, "I'm in discomfort, help me."
Mu Chuanlin showed no reaction; Xie Xinghui, in her distress, pleadingly grabbed the man's hand and kissed the back of it.
