"Wifey, have pity on me," Meng Xinian said as he carried her towards the new bedroom, "Last night, two times, I only used thirty percent of my strength."
So he basically wasn't full.
This was his second day after holding back for a few years.
Afraid Little might cry out, last night he really held back, and although it was immensely pleasurable, it was far from satisfying.
Today, merely touching her body, he felt an immediate response.
That's why he didn't dare to confess that he had been secretly hoping for the old master and others to leave quickly.
They had agreed to pick up Chiang Songhai and the others from the Meng Family Old Mansion before dinner; tonight might require restraint again, if he didn't seize this opportunity to feed himself well, he'd be miserable.
Jiang Xiao's face darkened.
He did hold back last night, but that strength... would you still call it only thirty percent?
He really seemed to want to tear her apart and swallow her whole.
