The sound of the man's gentle laughter reached her ears as Xi Muchen's hoarse and sexy voice was tinged with thick mirth, "Sweetheart, are you feeling shy after seeing yourself look like this?"
"You're still talking…" Xia Wanwan, burying her head in the man's shoulder, unwilling to lift her head, her voice muffled with embarrassment and annoyance, "It's all your fault, I won't ever do this again."
In the bathroom, the man's pleased laughter echoed. He looked at the marks on Xia Wanwan's body, his face full of 'satisfaction'.
Not coming again? How could that be? He was already unable to resist thinking about what other things he could do next time, to let Xia Wanwan see what she looked like when she was loved by him. Seeing how shy she was, she would certainly be even more satisfying to him.
