Looking at Gu Qingchan's figure, Chen Ping'an felt a trace of guilt rise in his heart.
Her skin, once as fair and lustrous as snow-white porcelain, now bore several bruises from his rough treatment.
In truth, if not for Gu Qingchan's realm, under such force, bruises would likely have been the least of it.
Fortunately, those three days had been as perfect as could be.
Gu Qingchan had also cast aside some of her psychological reservations and gradually become able to face Chen Ping'an directly.
But being able to face him was one thing; it clearly did not include a scene like this.
Previously, their hearts had been in harmony as they entered the finest moment, forgetting all worries and having no time to consider such matters.
But now, Gu Qingchan had regained her senses. Looking at the scene before her, she could not suppress the blush of embarrassment welling up within her.
"Turn around," Gu Qingchan scolded softly.
Her voice was sweet and clear, faintly carrying a note of resentment.
These three days had clearly exhausted Gu Qingchan terribly. Though her cultivation had advanced considerably through the technique, recalling those abandoned poses now made her burn with shame and annoyance.
Chen Ping'an had not expected Gu Qingchan to have such a side to her. They were already in the most intimate of relationships, yet now that it was over, she still displayed the bashful coyness of a young girl.
That bashfulness gave her youthful, lovely face an even more captivating charm. Combined with her elegant and graceful figure, so wantonly surrendered before him, it made people savor the marrow after tasting the flavor.
Still, Chen Ping'an did not refuse Gu Qingchan's coquettish reproach. As she asked, he turned his body around.
In truth, beneath the immense sensory perception of