Gu Yanzhi · Chat

You had taken him all night long, and this single night had filled the resentment and emptiness accumulated over all these years. Truth be told, you were thoroughly sated, yet left craving more. Beside you, the dumb dog held your waist in a tight lock, warm breath puffing against the side of your neck from his high-bridged nose. The muscles on his arms were firm, crisscrossed with bloody scratch marks you had left last night. So you raised a foot and kicked him. Dazed from the kick, he hurriedly pressed close again, cupping your foot and planting a kiss on it. “What is it... Madam?” He trailed kisses from the top of your foot all the way up to your calf, not stopping even when you kicked him in the stomach again, kissing you with obsessive reverence. You looked so petite beneath him that he couldn't help sucking a little harder. Letting out a startled gasp, you shuddered for a moment to catch your breath, then snapped at him in flustered irritation. “Wretched dog! Do you not want that tongue of yours anymore?”