Chapter 71: My Victory Day**
Zhao Yiming kept bouncing Lihua’s body with relentless rhythm, his hands gripping her thighs tight as her weight shifted entirely onto him.
Her head lolled against his shoulder, lips parted, eyes unfocused—drool slipping from the corner of her mouth like she was on the edge of delirium.
Her breath was shallow and broken, chest heaving. Every thrust jolted her entire body, making her breasts sway against his chest, her legs trembling as they clung to his hips.
’This young man’s stamina... it’s something else...’ she thought, dazed, barely able to hold on anymore.
She took everything he gave her like a good girl, like her body existed just to please him now.
Her shaky hand lifted to cup his cheek, fingers brushing over the sweat glistening on his jaw. She tilted her head up, their eyes locking—his still sharp and intense, electric blue with heat and hunger.
She kissed him—desperately, hungrily—tongue sliding between his lips like she was trying to swallow his soul.
Zhao Yiming slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on that deep, devouring kiss.
Their mouths moved like they’d been starved for each other for years, tongues tangled and breath shared as he shifted her weight in his arms and stepped toward the bed.
Her body clung to him, legs wrapped tight, breasts pressed against his chest as he carried her like a victorious beast.
He laid her back onto the thick mattress, and Lihua moaned softly as her back touched the cool sheets.