Yuan Jiang was filled with shame and indignation. Having experienced so many worlds, Si Yan was the most perverted and daring one so far, so provocative that even she, a fox spirit, was ashamed of herself.
"Si-Si-Yan, your body can't take it right now."
"I'll give it to you in a few days, okay?"
“No good.” Si Yan decisively rejected Yuan Jiang’s refusal, slowly sat up, and sat on the edge of the bed, his deep gaze seeming to draw Yuan Jiang into his eyes.
Bare-chested, with relaxed yet not sharp shoulders, full and well-defined pectoral muscles, evenly arranged eight-pack abs, a taut waistline, and a V-line that meanders downwards, connecting with the grooves of the abdominal muscles, her fair skin exudes a hint of coldness, and her prominent Adam's apple rolls with each swallow, revealing a sexy and powerful aura of hormones.
His gaze was so intense it seemed he wanted to tear off her clothes. Si Yan grasped Yuan Jiang's slender wrist, tilted his head slightly, and slowly swept his eyes over her flushed cheeks, earlobes, and watery eyes, finally settling on her slightly parted, full, moist lips:
"Master, I told you."
"I wish I could... you right now."
"Please don't reject me anymore, okay?"
"I will be very gentle this time and will not hurt you again. I have learned how to please you."
As he spoke, he pulled Yuan Jiang to sit on his lap, very close, his hot breath spraying onto her delicate, slender neck.
Yuan Jiang's heart pounded like thunder, her body trembled with excitement, and she turned her head to look into his deep, burning eyes. Her cheeks inexplicably flushed, her eyelashes fluttered, and she could only ask in a soft, instinctive voice, "How... to please me?"
Compared to a completely rough and forceful approach, which Yuan Jiang's delicate body couldn't handle, she preferred a gradual process that started gently and gradually became rougher.
"I can use..."
These five words exploded in her ears.
Yuan Jiang felt all the blood rush to her head, her snow-white skin instantly turning crimson, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, her charming voice trembling: "You...you're too...!"
"Master, don't you want to give it a try?" Si Yan put his arm around her waist and chuckled softly.
Although the question was phrased in a questioning tone, the banquet master did not give Yuan Jiang a choice.
He gripped Yuan Jiang's chin, his breathing erratic, his Adam's apple bobbing as he leaned closer.
Filled with longing and desire accumulated over the past few days, Si Yan kissed her deeply. The moment their lips met, an electric current surged through his body.
The entanglement between their lips and teeth was urgent and deep; with each suck, it forcefully plundered her sweetness and breath.
Aside from sleeping together, Si Yan's favorite thing to do was kiss Yuan Jiang.
The feeling was so intimate and close, as if even the oxygen I breathed was infused with her scent, and I longed to blend myself into her very being and become one with her.
Yuan Jiang lay helplessly on his chest, her head tilted back as she was forced to endure it. Suddenly, Si Yan stopped, grabbed her waist, and placed her on the bed.
"I...I still have a little..." Yuan Jiang blushed, hesitant to speak, and looked at Si Yan sweetly.
Si Yan squatted down in front of her, smiled, and said, "What part of your body haven't I seen and kissed?"
"They're all mine."
Yuan Jiang pursed her lips shyly and lowered her eyes, her heart pounding wildly.
"Master, please remember not to move around. I'm still injured, and it will hurt a lot if you aggravate the wound."
Yuan Jiang glared at him reproachfully. "You know it hurts, yet you still act recklessly?"
A sullen, angry cat!
All senses, all reason, all strength began to vanish. Yuan Jiang collapsed softly onto the large bed, her snow-white skin already soaked in pink, like a mouthwatering peach.
The banquet master was focused, meticulous, and hardworking until Yuan Jiang's fingers grabbed his hair.
"Master?" He lifted his eyelashes, his long, deep eyes now bloodshot, his emerald pupils glistening with moisture, it was hard to tell if it was from sweat or something else, and the crimson at the corners of his eyes was strikingly vibrant, with a decadent allure.
Looking at Yuan Jiang's dazed expression, he smiled slightly, a soft laugh that was as soft as a hook, hooking onto Yuan Jiang's most vulnerable and sensitive nerves.
She bit her lip, her eyes glaring at him with a seductive glint in them.
Are you satisfied?
New beads of sweat appeared on Yuan Jiang's forehead, running down her delicate cheeks. Her already flushed cheeks were now even redder. She slowly closed her eyes and answered from the bottom of her heart, "Satisfied."
"Um......."
The master of ceremonies lowered his head.
......
After the banquet, blood seeped through the thin gauze on Si Yan's back, but he was completely unaware. He cupped Yuan Jiang's cheeks in his large hands and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Go brush your teeth." Yuan Jiang turned her head away.
"It's yours, and you're still complaining." Si Yan chuckled, but didn't force a kiss on her. Instead, he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out, he held Yuan Jiang on his lap again, nibbling at her earlobe and whispering, "Master."
"Isn't it your turn now?"
".......Huh?" Yuan Jiang was stunned for a moment. After she came to her senses, she bit her lip and said dejectedly, "Are you really courting death?"
"You also have injuries on your back?"
Si Yan gazed intently at Yuan Jiang's beautiful face, his fingertips gently caressing her delicate lips. Suddenly, his gaze paused, settling on her glossy lips.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Use it."
Yuan Jiang's bright eyes shone with a spring-like light.
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