Ding Ling 'er's eyes were slightly red. She couldn't help but shed tears when she thought of how she had been deceived and used her whole life. She had taken her enemy as her family and ended up all alone.
Yunxiao's heart was filled with tender love, and he could not help but hold her in his arms and kiss her hair.
Their body temperatures warmed each other, and their hearts couldn't help but throb as their blood flowed faster and faster.
A barrier was formed in the surroundings, completely blocking off the outside world.
Inside the barrier, the gauze dress was taken off, and the spring light was charming.
Her ten fingers were like spring bamboo shoots, slender, soft, and red. The young man's femme fatale and pink lover were together, and the spring night in the brocade tent was endless.
After a wisp of light cloud and a drizzle, the two reluctantly separated.
