The clouds and rain of Mount Witches, the ultimate joy.
Zhuang Xiyue almost died beneath him, and after not knowing how many times she had been taken, they finally came to a halt.
Yan Nanmo kissed her affectionately and carried her to the bathroom for a bath. Zhuang Xiyue was so tired, she didn't even want to move a finger. This man was nothing but a beast in gentleman's clothing, appearing proper by day but turning into a wolf at night, almost wishing to devour her completely.
When the two were lying side by side on the big bed, Zhuang Xiyue closed her eyes, wanting to fall asleep, but Yan Nanmo wouldn't let her, playing with her hair, "Wife, you still haven't told me who upset you."
Zhuang Xiyue lazily responded, "Who else but that Yun Shu..."
Yan Nanmo's eyes suddenly darkened, "Yun Shu?"
"Yes, Yun Shen's mother, the one who suddenly appeared. That woman is nothing but a cunning fox." Zhuang Xiyue felt a wave of irritation at the thought of Yun Shu.
