After the Imperial court session, Siyi was like a doll whose soul had been drawn out. She was physically and mentally exhausted as she lay in Shao Gubei's warm embrace. She did not move at all, allowing the sweat on her body to soak their hot bodies.
She was tired, very, very tired Yingluo.
She was so tired that she had completely forgotten about the fear and the distance between men and women.
The flush on her beautiful little face did not subside. She leaned on his strong and sexy chest, breathing with difficulty, adapting to the fierce torrent just now.
She really couldn't get used to the love between a man and a woman in such a short time!
Every time she finished, she would be like a pool of stagnant water.
There wasn't even a trace of life!
Under the dim moonlight, a warm palm caressed her hair that was dripping with sweat.
There was a gentleness in her actions, a very strange gentleness! She did not understand Yingluo.
