The feeling was so real.
He could see all the images, including seeing himself as the emperor in his dream, yet his actions were beyond his control.
It was as if telling a real story.
So vivid, the feeling was so genuine.
Just like the dream he had last time.
Everything was indistinct and fuzzy, yet the experience was so tangible.
Lu Ming gazed down at the small woman worn out in his arms, her skin visible above the quilt marred with traces from the past.
"…" Was he too rough?
Thinking about how she had begged under him, with such a flirtatious demeanor, her body as soft as water.
Regarding this, she knew not, and her response was so genuine,
Lu Ming's body reacted again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
He pulled Jing Yiren into his arms, taking a deep breath to suppress the hot blood in his veins….
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The spring night is worth a thousand gold pieces. The dawn comes swiftly after a short night's sleep, from henceforth the king will rise late.
