Chapter 190

Ronan squinted slightly.

He could feel that she hadn't done anything in these five years, as tight as ever.

"Take your filthy hands off me!" Lyra's face contorted in pain, shouting angrily.

However, it did not affect Ronan.

He gave her a cold glance, not even raising an eyebrow.

No matter how hard she resisted, his hands seemed stuck to her body like glue.

"You...!" Lyra had barely opened her mouth, giving Ronan the opportunity.

He immediately kissed her forcefully.

The taste was too wonderful, too enjoyable.

He had endured for five years, waited for five years, all for this day?

Lyra beneath him was simply too exquisite.

She was as delightful as an overly sweet chocolate.

Even if someone pointed a gun at him now, he wouldn't stop; he was willing to indulge completely.

That urgency, that impatience, made all his blood rush to a certain place below, making him both anxious and sore