"yingluo, is it?" Huo Shen's voice was hoarse and dry.
An Xiaowan laughed, hugged him, and lowered her head in his arms.
her eyes were looking into the distance.
After taking a deep breath, she said in a low voice, " "Huo Shen, when I was pregnant and left without telling anyone, I thought countless times about how good it would be if you weren't the young master of the Huo family."
her voice dissipated in the air.
huo shen didn't continue to speak. he just suddenly pressed an xiaowan down on the bed.
his actions were a little uncontrollably rough, as if he couldn't wait to rub her into his bones and blood, but also as if he had countless feelings that he couldn't express. he could only use this intense and wild way to keep possessing and expressing himself.
the air seemed to have condensed into flames.
It burned their blood, the air around them, and their hearts.
——
the next morning.
