Huang Rong lay limp as mud across the table, gasping for breath. Her body was covered in sweat and ambiguous marks, her gaze unfocused, as though her soul had been drained away.
Lin Xuan slowly withdrew the still faintly throbbing mass, drawing out a glistening thread.
He bent down and scattered light kisses across Huang Rong's smooth, fair back before stopping by her ear and chuckling softly. "Master, tonight... I was very satisfied."
It Seems I Came at the Wrong Time
The sun had risen high, its light filtering through the gauzy curtains and gently falling upon Huang Rong's exquisite face.
Huang Rong gave a soft moan and slowly opened her languid phoenix eyes. Her long lashes trembled like two delicate little fans, concealing the lingering springtime glow in her eyes.
She only felt sore all over, as though her very bones had fallen apart. Every inch of her skin seemed to recount just how wild the previous night had been.
The moment she recalled last night, her cheeks flushed scarlet.
First, beside Guo Jing's sickbed, the utter humiliation and forbidden thrill of being toyed with by her disciple behind her husband's back had pushed her to collapse again and again, only to send her soaring to the clouds once more.
That damned little menace had ignored her restrained pleas for mercy, caring only for his own pleasure. He had forced her to utter countless shameful, indecent words before her sleeping husband.
And that was not even the end of it.
After returning to this warm chamber, she had thought she might rest for a while. Who would have imagined that Lin Xuan was like a tireless bull? He had pinned her to the bed again and tormented her in every conceivable way for half the night.
Those endless tricks,