He was the one gifted, right?
Since they got married, every single time he had been developing new ways. Each time gave An Hao a different experience.
An Hao felt a heat in her chest, as if millions of feathers were stirring inside her heart, her breathing became rapid, her face turned flushed, and her body uncontrollably arched.
Qin Jian immediately noticed her changes.
An Hao suddenly tightened her legs and let out a muffled moan.
"You are ready to accept me now," Qin Jian said, and with a deft movement, he unified with An Hao.
"Mmm." The long-missed sensation came crashing over her, and An Hao relaxed, arms wrapped around his sturdy waist, unconsciously caressing his tightly muscled back.
Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers had already ceased.
The snowy night was very quiet.
Inside the room, the heavy breathing intertwined with the unbearable moaning, sounding extraordinarily clear.
