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Xu Wendong's words were like a flame, instantly igniting the fuse of Lin Yiren's desire, making her flush with vivid imagination.
After all, this was the first time Xu Wendong expressed his desire for her.
Looking at the man's passionate gaze, Lin Yiren slowly slipped off her dress, and then was roughly pulled onto the bed by Xu Wendong, his burning hands crossing hills to reach the depths of Taoyuan.
For a moment, the room filled with heavy breathing and a high-pitched melody.
A moment later.
A voice, slightly pained, suddenly rose, mixed with pain and excitement.
Two hours later.
Xu Wendong stopped, exhausted; he usually lasted forty to fifty minutes, or an hour.
But today, the alcohol numbed his cerebellum, making him braver.
He had unleashed himself.
