Qiao Duo'er turned her head away, not willing to look at Tan Zhenghong. At this moment, with nothing to shield her body, even her imposing aura seemed diminished.
Tan Zhenghong was not in a hurry. The many days of acclimatizing had taught him where Qiao Duo'er's no-go zones were.
He teased her tirelessly. The night was still long; he could wait for his wife to surrender.
When she hit a certain threshold, reason dissipated, leaving only instinct behind.
The next second, Qiao Duo'er felt a sharp pain somewhere and bit down on Tan Zhenghong.
Tan Zhenghong was incredibly patient, only ravaging her after she had gotten used to his presence.
It was beautiful, harmonious…
Not knowing how much time had passed, someone was still moving. Qiao Duo'er couldn't hold on and fell asleep first. Before she drifted off, Qiao Duo'er only wanted to roar in anger, "Weren't we supposed to do it ten times?"
To have engaged in such activity for so long and not to remember, how embarrassing!
