Her fierce temper and all her pride were peeled away bit by bit in this extreme numbness and gentleness.
That final line of defense was gently yet firmly breached, and Dugu Yan abruptly lifted her snow-white neck as a crystalline tear welled up at the corner of her eye.
Her ten fingers tightly clamped onto Xiong Shaoqing's shoulders, her slender nails leaving several ambiguous scratch marks on his back.
"It hurts..." she gasped instinctively.
"Be good, relax a bit..." Xiong Shaoqing tenderly kissed away the tears at the corner of her eye, halting with the utmost gentleness.
Giving her enough time to adapt, that low voice seemed to carry magic, soothing her taut nerves.
Under this man's extreme cherishing, the pain gradually faded away, replaced by strange, wave-like pleasures surging into her mind one after another.
"Shaoqing... good brother..." Dugu Yan's green eyes were hazy, her fiery, pretty face covered in fine beads of sweat.
The wildness in her bones was thoroughly ignited at this moment, actively matching the man's rhythm and emitting soft moans like an oriole issuing from a valley.
"Creak... creak..."
The wide, stepped canopy bed began to sway violently, and the red curtains billowed like waves in the night wind.
As the night deepened, the red-wood-carved stepped canopy bed swayed increasingly violently, and the tiny sounds intertwined into a bewitching nocturnal tune within the quiet inner chamber.
"You... slow down a bit..."
Dugu Yan's voice was already shattered beyond recognition, and her usually unyielding, fiery green eyes held only shimmering watery light at this moment.
Her slender, jade legs intertwined powerlessly, the corners of her eyes tinged with a breathtaking flush, and the beads of sweat on her forehead gleamed with a bewildering luster under the red candles.
"I can't slow down." Xiong Shaoqing lowered his