"He said if I ever broke up with you, I could try being with another man, since all my understanding of sex came from you... When I remember that scene, I end up thinking such matters are filthy and vile, inevitably labeling everything connected to us in my subconscious as the same. Maybe starting over with someone else would feel different..."]
Mo Shiqian narrowed his eyes, showing no tenderness or pity, and thrust in fiercely.
Chi Huan was completely unable to adjust and let out a low cry, biting her lip.
It was a fragmented sound like a soft moan, indistinguishable whether it was out of pleasure or pain, like a cat's meow, but her delicate, soft voice undoubtedly hooked a man's nerves.
Outside the window, the moonlight was cool as water.
In the bedroom, the man's low grunting breaths intertwined with the woman's intermittent calls of his name—
"Mo Shiqian..."
..........
Chi Huan's head ached as if it was about to explode.
