Jiang Fuming’s breath was heavy as he spoke, his fingers working at the buckle of his belt. He pressed down on top of Mu Xinyue. Mu Xinyue’s body seemed to melt beneath him, leaving her with no strength to push him away. In truth, she wanted it too. Situ Hai put on a show of being a chauvinist, but in bed, he was completely passive, a dead weight. She had to fake her pleasure every single time. On