Suddenly, the sounds of passion came from Chu Dazhuang's room.
Sun Yulan, longing for ecstasy to the point of death, had been completely conquered by Chu Dazhuang.
This time, it went on for quite a while, no knowing how long it had been.
All that was remembered was the sun in the sky had drifted from the east to the west.
By now, Sun Yulan had been thoroughly ravished by Chu Dazhuang to a state of blissful oblivion, and at this moment, she lay on the bed, her peach blossom eyes half-closed, dazed and out of this world, her body covered in fragrant sweat.
The sheets had also been dampened in a large area; this time, Chu Dazhuang held nothing back and had fully satisfied Sun Yulan.
Chu Dazhuang sat on the edge of the bed, while outside the window, the birds chirped tirelessly, and occasionally, a few clouds drifted across the clear sky.
He turned his head to glance at the clock on the bedside table—it was already two o'clock.
