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Lu Jingzhi had been suppressing himself, and now he felt as if he were about to explode from Sang Yu's movements. The repressed desires surged within him, and as he pressed his forehead against hers, he gasped for breath and said, "Be good, don’t move! Otherwise, I don’t know what I might do."
Sang Yu breathed heavily, feeling as if she were suffocating just moments ago. Upon hearing Lu Jingzhi's words, she stopped squirming, suddenly aware of something pressing against her thigh—a warm sensation that made her face flush even deeper.
She was an adult and knew exactly what that sensation was. Her cheeks, already flushed, turned a bright red. "Y-you..." Sang Yu stammered, too embarrassed to speak. How could he be so reckless with his feelings? This was not the first time.
Lu Jingzhi remained calm, kissing her soft lips tenderly while whispering in between kisses, "Be good, listen to me, don’t move." His eyes were bloodshot, his voice thick with desire and hoarse beyond belief.
He didn’t want to let her go; he hadn’t kissed her enough yet. With that thought, he kissed her more fiercely as if trying to consume her entirely. He continued until Sang Yu's lips were slightly swollen. Then he slowly moved down to lick at her chin.
Meanwhile, his other hand had slipped beneath the hem of her shirt and began to explore her waist. The delicate softness beneath his fingers made him reluctant to stop, lost in the moment.
Only when he felt satisfied did his lips continue their descent toward her slender neck and collarbone. Sang Yu was forced to tilt her head back to endure it; her face was flushed, eyes hazy, and her body had gone limp in Lu Jingzhi's embrace.
A soft sound escaped Sang Yu’s lips involuntarily—a seductive sound that was the most enchanting thing Lu Jingzhi had ever heard, spurring him on even more fervently.
However, Sang Yu was jolted back to reality by her own voice. She bit down on her lower lip tightly to prevent any more embarrassing sounds from escaping. What on earth was she doing with Lu Jingzhi?! How could she allow herself to sink back into his embrace?
No! Ah, no, don’t do this. Her hands were trapped by Lu Jingzhi’s grip; she dared not move for fear of provoking him further and could only voice her objections.
As Lu Jingzhi’s hand moved over the softness of her chest, panic set in for Sang Yu. Tears began to well up in her eyes as her voice took on a quivering tone.
The sound of her near tears caused Lu Jingzhi to pause; he snapped back to reality and pulled his lips away from her delicate neck. His eyes were now a fierce crimson.
Looking up at Sang Yu, he saw that she was no better off—her cheeks flushed, eyes brimming with tears, lips swollen as if she had been thoroughly ravished.
With a deep sigh, Lu Jingzhi withdrew his hand from under her shirt. He realized today he had lost control and frightened her.
He held Sang Yu tightly in his arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck while she remained still, afraid of provoking him again.
After a long moment, Lu Jingzhi gradually calmed down. When he opened his eyes again, they were clear and composed.
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