In the dim, ambiguous room, on the kingsize bed, the bodies of the man and woman were intertwined, blossoming beautiful flowers upon the bedsheet.
Both of them were dripping with fragrant sweat, Xia Wanwan's usually fair little face flushed with extreme redness. Every kiss from the man—syrupy and lingering—upon her body, his seductive kisses and strong, forceful thrusts, seemed to take her to another world. She was thrown into the clouds over and over, trembling lightly as she clutched the man's back tightly.
It was her first time, and Xi Muchen knew he should be restrained, but the satisfaction in his heart and body made it impossible for him to hold back, feeling an exhilarating rush from head to toe each time he "took advantage" of her.
"Wife…" the man's voice was hoarse with emotion as he called out to her repeatedly.
Moonlight scattered across the room, the atmosphere filled with romance and suggestive air.
