In the haze,
Junior Brother Chen felt his consciousness engulfed by a fierce fire that kept burning brighter and fiercer as if it had turned into a primitive beast, plunging into the tempestuous waves of a storm.
No one knew how long the fire had burned.
His body seemed to possess endless stamina, charging through the waves like a wild horse, surmounting one after another without faltering.
The waves in front of him were so tender, soft, and warm...
After a long, long time,
Junior Brother Chen's body finally felt a wave of fatigue and collapsed into the soft waves, comfortably falling asleep.
After an unknown duration,
Chen Yu woke up, stretching leisurely and opening his eyes.
Within his field of vision,
he saw a stunningly beautiful face with lingering flush, and her fair, delicate body was pinned under his, her snowy skin marked with traces and remnants left behind in their frenzy.
"...Qiu Xinxin!"
