Under the moonlight, her skin was luminous and white as jade, like a desert fairy or sprite, lifting his soul and his body, swirling around the heavens over and over again...
Qiao Dongyang missed that night.
He missed her, who belonged to him that night.
It was a unique experience.
She had said that she could not tolerate any other man touching her besides him.
In her eyes, he was an irreplaceable existent.
She had allowed him.
He was her Qiao, she was his Chi Yue, no one else.
No one could replace him.
No one.
Qiao Dongyang's eyes were faintly red, his body burning hot, thinking of Wei Ge's intimate interactions with her stimulated a particularly strong desire for her to react.
"Chi Yue—" he grasped her neck and gently kissed her, his magnetic voice, like murmured yarn, trying to provoke a response in her ear.
Chi Yue was trapped in his "enclosure," unable to move.
Her body, forced to endure, reflexively...
Couldn't control its own reaction.
