When Su Muyao insisted that Mei Qingchen remain still, she was unaware that his quiet demeanor exuded a shattered restraint.
Although Mei Qingchen did not move, a faint, cool fragrance emanated from him.
This scent was exceptionally unique, unlike any other, bewitching yet pleasant.
The mere presence of this fragrance could irresistibly captivate her.
Especially when Mei Qingchen's clothes were in disarray, his sensual physique was so perfectly sculpted, and even his frail, thin body couldn't hide the taut, powerful line of his waist beneath her palm.
It even carried a burning warmth.
Su Muyao took the lead, and Mei Qingchen could feel her proactive enthusiasm.
When Su Muyao tired herself out, Mei Qingchen turned the tables, pouring all his suppressed affection into her.
...
Days later, Su Muyao gazed at the still energetic Mei Qingchen, tears brimming, "Mei Qingchen, I need a break, I need a break."
