The kiss gradually became more and more passionate. Xian Yijun suddenly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.
As he pressed her body into the soft bed, she felt her breath catch in her throat. His kiss gently brushed across her cheek, then flowed down to her neck and he smoothly removed the towel from her body. His kiss was so gentle that she almost felt as if the man in front of her was no longer Xian Yijun.
His behaviour and the way he treated her were too sweet to be true.
Whenever she was lulled into a dream and thought that everything that happened was not real, he would bring her back to reality with ease. He used all the kisses and attacks to tell her that everything was all real.
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Round after round, Wei Zhijuan felt so tired that she could no longer feel her body. She hugged his neck tightly and begged for mercy in a low, hoarse voice. Finally, it was over, and Xian Yijun let go of her.
