Chen Mo looked down at Zhou Ruoxue and saw an expression that he should have seen years ago.
Unfortunately, due to the long separation, he had only now made up for all those years of missed opportunities.
Chen Mo slowly began to feel his body moving uncontrollably forward, experiencing something he had never felt before.
At the beginning, Zhou Ruoxue's cries contained high-pitched screams.
Chen Mo was always gentle and cherished the fairer sex, after all, she was his first love.
Though he didn't know why Zhou Ruoxue came here, Chen Mo still felt an indescribable tenderness for her.
Gradually, as it came to an end, Zhou Ruoxue finally let go, and her bright silver spear was stained with blood.
But for Chen Mo, that didn't matter, he just wanted to make this woman, with whom he'd never had such intimacy before, feel as happy as possible, that's all.
Zhou Ruoxue smelled a familiar scent.
