The progress didn’t seem to be as smooth as Lucas Lu had imagined. There was sweat on his forehead, dripping from the soft ends of his hair and sliding into Lily Liang’s neck.
Lily Liang stroked his back, following the skeletal texture, lingering to the narrow waist, sliding to the front.
“Come slowly, don’t worry.”
Lily Liang thought he had calmed the young man’s impatience, but he did not expect to arouse his desire to fight.
Rampage, no rules.
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