A night of violent wind and rain lashed bean-sized drops against the green tiles, crackling loudly.
It did not gradually cease until the latter half of the night, leaving only the drip-drip of water from the eaves, especially clear in the silent darkness.
Inside, the red candles had long since burned out, leaving only a few wisps of curling blue smoke.
Murong Feiyan lay limp amid the brocade quilts, fragrant sweat covering her entire body and soaking through her close-fitting nightclothes.
They clung tightly to her delicate skin.
Every bone and limb in her body ached as though she had been pulled apart. She did not even have the strength to lift a hand.
Her almond eyes, usually so bright and lively, could only roll helplessly now, still holding traces of lingering tenderness and haze.
"Honestly... you beast..."
She scolded him weakly, though her voice was thick with hoarseness.
What surprised her even more was that after each time she had intercourse with Yan Shuangfei, a warm current would faintly rise within her body, slowly coursing through her limbs and bones and silently nourishing her muscles and bones.
Every time, he tossed her about until she was utterly exhausted, not even wanting to move a finger.
Yet scold as she might, the corners of Murong Feiyan's lips could not help but curl upward.
That supreme pleasure swept through her body in wave after wave, and the sensation of floating like an immortal left her utterly unable to resist.
Each time, she sank into it willingly, content to drown in its depths.
What delighted her even more was that after every time she made love with Yan Shuangfei, a faint warm current would rise within her body and slowly flow through her limbs and bones.
Silently, it nourished her muscles and