'Ding'
The elevator descended to the first floor.
Shi Mei felt intensely hot all over, rubbing up and down against him, but she could not receive an answer from him no matter how long she waited.
So, was he unable to answer?
After so many years together, was all she got in return betrayal and silence?
Waves of heat rolled over her body, and Shi Mei couldn't help but let out a low moan from her throat.
Her hand, which had been hooked around his neck, quietly slid downward.
Looking at the bite mark on his neck, she leaned in and tenderly brushed it with her lips.
Shi Mei's hand boldly moved across from under his arm, powerfully and forcefully clasping his back, her lips latching onto the already purplish bite, gradually moving upward.
Shi Lingyan's body stiffened; almost instinctively, he lifted his hands to support her buttocks, letting her hang more comfortably against himself.
