Ji Sang couldn't even open her eyes, yet she felt ashamed and angry due to the man's post-coital teasing, raising her hand to cover his mouth.
"Can't you stop talking?"
Her voice was soft and husky, timid and flirtatious.
It undoubtedly provided a thrill to Fu Yisi's ears.
Indeed, they were both around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, almost a year into their marriage, and the husband, who had just had his first taste, couldn't resist teasing.
Fu Yisi's gaze slightly lowered, landing on Ji Sang's shoulder.
There, he saw his own marks resembling vibrant petals. As he gently traced them with his finger, Ji Sang instinctively shrugged her shoulders.
Such a sensitive reaction made Fu Yisi laugh proudly.
The man grabbed Ji Sang's hand and placed it under his jaw, seductively coaxing in a low voice,
"How about one more time?"
Ji Sang: .....
Without waiting for Ji Sang's response, the man began his movements.
This was not seeking consent; it was clearly just an announcement.
