However, at this moment, Zhang Xiaomeng once again sprang into action.
Somehow, the fire within his body not only failed to die out but burned even more fiercely.
Thus, the sound of applause rose once more.
Up and down, in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, tumbling and turning...
Time seemed to lose all meaning.
Not until Zhang Xiaomeng expended his last drop of energy did he let out a heavy sigh of breath.
He finally broke free from that surging desire.
By now, twilight had descended.
The evening breeze brushed against Xiaomeng's body, granting him a slight return to clarity,
At this moment, lying on the ground, Murong Yu was so exhausted she could barely lift her head, her lifeless eyes staring at Zhang Xiaomeng.
This man was simply a beast, completely lacking in self-restraint.
Looking at Murong Yu's resentful gaze, Zhang Xiaomeng was also somewhat surprised.
What was wrong with him? Why did he want her again and again?
