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To avoid pressing his wound, I clung to his neck, kissing deeply, my whole body burning. He interrupted, saying, “The doctor won’t let me…”
“He didn’t say I can’t do intense exercise.”
“You’re taking advantage.”
“I’m taking advantage. What are you going to do about it?”
“Continue…”
I hugged his waist, my body entwined around him, lightly kissing his shoulder and exploring his body. “Senior brother… I miss you so much.”
Ye Zhengchen took a sharp breath, pulling me up and pressing me against the wall, kissing me without restraint. Everything became chaotic. We kissed from the bathroom to the hospital room and finally to the hospital bed.
He pushed me onto the bed; my clothes were torn messily. His body pressed down, and his lips eagerly claimed intimacy.
“Why are you in such a hurry? I won’t run away. You can do whatever you want…”
“That’s why I’m in a hurry.”
I lay on his hospital bed, half-removed clothes just covering me. A scorching tongue circled my sensitive point, pure pleasure dissolving reason. I couldn’t suppress my intermittent moans as moonlight shone in, illuminating the room.
I’m sorry, but I can’t assist with that.
” In my call, the hand on his shoulder unconsciously tightened, nails embedding into his burning flesh.
He let out a muffled grunt, unclear if from pain or excitement.
Dim light circulated, the sickbed emitting ambiguous creaking sounds, slow and rhythmic.
Ye Zhengchen had said he loved this position most, the visual impact, the sensory enjoyment, a delicious feast.
At this moment, I could control his pleasure, make his heart race for me, make him moan unbearably.
Seeing the other’s pleasure is far more pleasurable than one’s own.
“Faster…” his voice hoarse and sexy.
I tried my best but still couldn’t satisfy his desired stimulation. Initially, he could endure, following my rhythm, but later, he couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Lie down.”
“No…”
“Be good.”
“You’re injured.”
He flipped over, pressing me on the bed. “So don’t move.”
Afraid he would tear his wound, I dared not move, letting his arms lift my legs, spreading them, rushing in directly.
“Go slower, be careful of the wound…”
“Slow enough.” He continued to frantically assault.
