Qiao Xi's mind went blank.
She had never been as quick to catch on in bed as Huo Xingzhou.
This man was cunning.
He leaned on his strong learning ability, mastered the techniques thoroughly, and kept improving them through practice.
Every move, every stillness, had its place in his plan.
If he wanted her to conceive, she would conceive.
If he wanted her to desire heaven and fear death, he could achieve that too. The rhythm in bed was completely under his control.
Tonight, he had taken out twelve percent of his patience to accompany her.
He pleased her with skill and kept her hanging on with his body.
He let her fall deeper than usual, into the trap he set. With the help of alcohol, he became even more reckless and dissolute.
Qiao Xi craned her head to try to kiss his thin lips to relieve the surging heat inside her body, but he forcefully dodged it.
"Qiao Xi, now answer my question properly," he said.
