"…"
The veil of romance immediately shattered.
Huo Yunting's gentle expression began cracking like his sanity, as he spent the next few minutes staring at this drunken girl. He then did a close-up and pinched her lips with his, got up and pressed her to the bed. His hands skillfully swirled through her clothing, as every part of her armor unbuttoned itself dramatically. It revealed the bouncing fleshes in rosy pink.
A drunken Lu was a good Lu. She was obedient and more passionate somehow, as she clasped her arm around his neck. The intrusion continued as constant moans were heard, along with her sensitive body wriggling in sore excitement. It was as if a lighted match falling into a pool of kerosene, Huo was losing himself as he pulled his pants off and brandished his sword.
