Chapter 1193: Chapter 1193: Could It Be That His Skills Are Just Too Poor?
Pei Yuanchen pressed his lips tightly together.
He gazed at her with a blank expression, but in truth, his heart was not as calm as he appeared.
Last night when he first kissed her, she was indeed quite happy, but later, her brows seemed to never relax.
...Could it be that his physical capabilities were lacking?
No, absolutely not!
...Could it be that his skills were too poor?
With his many years of experience watching films, that couldn’t be it!
Someone’s male pride felt challenged, yet he was unwilling to admit it.
"It was your first time last night, so it hurt, but after doing it a few more times it won’t hurt anymore," he coaxed softly, "Don’t be afraid."
Ziyi was still hesitant, "Really?"
"Yes." He nodded, then bent down to kiss her, speaking indistinctly as he kissed her, "Does it feel good?"
Ziyi smiled with her eyes closed and murmured, "This feels good..."
She liked how he kissed her this way.
Pei Yuanchen withdrew his hands, wrapped them around her waist, and continuously kissed her lips and chin, then moved to nibble on her neck.
The woman’s neck was graceful, and the line from her neck to her shoulder was stunningly beautiful.
He buried his head in the midst, kissing over and over again. His hands roamed her body, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
The woman let out a satisfied low hum, her breathing gradually becoming erratic.
After a while, Pei Yuanchen lifted his head, seeing her dazed gaze, he smiled slightly.
Then, he pushed the woman down on the table, gripping her thighs to open her body completely to him.
Ziyi waited for a while, not feeling his movements, and couldn’t help but prop herself up curiously.
It was then she noticed the man’s fiery gaze fixed on her there.
"Ah!" She blushed with embarrassment, trying to close her legs, "Uncle Xiaobao, don’t look..."
"Now you’re feeling shy?" he said in a hoarse voice, his gaze unwilling to shift away, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll make you feel good."
Ziyi didn’t know what he was going to do, biting her lip, both shy and afraid.
And with a few inexplicable expectations.
Then, she saw the man gulp several times, then lowered his head...
Ziyi widened her eyes in surprise, then trembled lightly, "Ah!"
...
An hour later, Ziyi lay weakly on the table, breathing heavily, her gaze lost.
The remnants of the sensation still lingered in her body, as if her soul was floating in the air, taking a long time to return to her.
Pei Yuanchen withdrew, and the woman let out another low moan.
His gaze deepened, and he lifted her up, but Ziyi could only weakly lean against his chest.
Pei Yuanchen brushed her flushed lips with his finger, his voice hoarse, "Does it feel good?"
She buried her head in his chest, seemingly very embarrassed.
"Does it feel good or not?" Pei Yuanchen didn’t allow her to escape, lifting her face again, his gaze burning as he pressed, "Answer me."
Ziyi nodded with a red face.
"Does it still hurt?" Pei Yuanchen persisted in asking.
Ziyi thought for a moment, then said softly, "Just a little bit, but not that much..."
"It felt so good that you didn’t care about the pain, right?" His gaze darkened as he helped complete her sentence.
Ziyi had no choice but to continue nodding with a red face.
Pei Yuanchen saw her shy, bashful expression, and the sense of satisfaction in his heart surpassed even the satisfaction of his body.
"Every day from now on, okay?" He curled his lips into a smile.
