Long Sijue ignored her question and left the room with her in his arms.
Su Qianxun did not have much strength now. She had after all been sick for a few days and she had an entire night of rough sex with him yesterday. She already found the fact that she could stay awake right then a testament to her very good stamina.
Long Sijue carried Su Qianxun into the dining hall. When he entered, the servants lining up on both sides of the hall bent their waists in unison and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
Su Qianxun was still wearing nothing but a shirt. Her fair and slim legs swayed in the air as Long Sijue carried her in his arms, his hand supporting her a**.
The young woman quickly buried her face in Long Sijue's chest when she saw the grandiose scene, afraid that someone would see her face. She was already almost twenty years old, and it was way too embarrassing to be carried like that by a man!
