He spared no room when he took possession of her, and his arrogant character was just like the one he had when she first met her when she was imprisoned and tortured by him.

He probably felt uncomfortable, so he pulled off her underwear hanging from her knees, turned her body over and lay flat on the desk, and lifted her skirt to her waist.

Then he held Xia Yan's shoulders with both hands and hit her body more ferociously each time, making the sound of waves crashing onto the shore...

Don't give Xia Yan a chance to breathe!

Forced to bear his hardness and heat, Xia Yan felt nothing at all.

Half an hour later, her body was still dry, and every inch of her body was clamoring to push Yi Beihan out.

Beads of sweat broke out on Yi Beihan's forehead. The more expressionless Xia Yan looked, the angrier he became.

Their bodies have always been in perfect harmony. They have done it so many times and it has never been so boring and difficult as now.

Yi Beihan used various methods to gallop on her body, turning her body over and over, like a small boat in the ocean...

Pervert, devil...

Xia Yan murmured in a low voice amidst the severe pain, as if this was the only way to alleviate the pain.

His strong arms tightly restrained her shoulders, making it impossible for her to even shrink upward.

As he crashed in, his arms pulled her body down hard at the same time. With the double force, his entire erection seemed to have been inserted into her uterus.

Xia Yan couldn't bear the pain anymore. Tears poured down her eyes and she shrank up to hide.

The more she behaves like this, the prouder Yi Beihan becomes.

It seemed that the question he had always wanted to prove to her had been verified, that he was better than Shen Zhuolie, and that he was better than Shen Zhuolie!!

"Who is better, me or him? Huh?" Yi Beihan grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to raise her head to look at him.

Xia Yan stared at him with dull eyes, his face did not turn red due to the intense love, but instead turned horribly pale.

Yi Beihan panted heavily, crawled above her, and reached out to brush away the sweaty hair on her cheeks, "Look at how well our bodies understand each other. Even if you are like a piece of wood now, you can still make me excited."

Little did he know that her heart was cold and she was dead.

Just this night.

"Yi Beihan, I hate you..."

Xia Yan glanced at him, his lips moved and his eyes were dull.

"Hate it, hate it, hate it!" Yi Beihan moved rhythmically, leaning on her chest and kissing her hard.

Xia Yan's body's endurance has reached its limit. She can no longer tell whether it is day or night. She only knows that Yi Beihan has been riding on her body.

She seemed to be numb to the pain, but tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

It's grievance, humiliation, and pain that can't be described.

Waves of heat surged out of her lower body, and she smiled bitterly in her heart.

She knew that it was not an emotional liquid. She just felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, her consciousness was getting blurry, and she fainted at some point.

Yi Beihan only wanted to vent. Anyway, he was used to her being silent and humiliated, so he simply used enough strength to do it hard until she surrendered.

Later, I felt fluid slowly seeping out of her lower body, and the ingress and egress became smoother.

He felt proud that she really still had feelings for him, so he contradicted her even more fiercely, as if he was going to kill Xia Yan every time.

He thought Xia Yan was holding back and keeping silent. He knew that Xia Yan had this habit. He was obviously emotional, but he still held on and was reluctant to utter a single word.
Chapter completed!