His heart felt like it had been struck by muffled thunder, was she his? Xing Xiaojiu was his...
Never before had he felt so fulfilled, his woman was in his arms, what more could he desire?
All that reason, fuck it!
The only remaining consciousness in his mind was to possess this woman deeply, truly.
Once reason was cast aside, action became like a wild horse without reins, his large hand hesitated not a moment to slide eagerly down her beautifully curved waistline. The fingers that had held guns for years, with their rough touch, made the woman trembling with emotion unable to help but call out to him...
"Xie Mingcheng..."
He was leaving tomorrow, indulge just once tonight!
He kept his head buried and said nothing, the sweat beads on his forehead dripping onto her one by one; his hand, with bulging veins, swiftly undid the remaining restraints between them: clothes, pants, skirts, underwear, panties all fell to the ground...
