Very quickly, Song Yinyin felt breathless, unconsciously grabbing onto Lu Jihan's shirt at his chest.
Lu Jihan was like a man on fire, half holding and half embracing Song Yinyin, urgently making his way to the bedroom, so passionate that he almost lost himself.
When she was pushed onto the bed, Song Yinyin's mind felt like fireworks exploding, unable to think of anything.
As for when her clothes were stripped off by him, she completely couldn't remember, and naturally, they rolled to the middle of the bed, entangled and intertwined.
His kisses remained fervent.
Song Yinyin's whole body softened, unable to resist his fiery and fervent caresses, merely resigning herself to being led by him towards the peak of desire...
After the passion subsided, as if she had just run a marathon, Song Yinyin was too tired to even move, and she fell into a deep sleep directly.
In the darkness, Lu Jihan swung his long legs off the bed and stood up.
He only threw on a robe and went downstairs.
