Yet Xuanyue, caught at the absolute center of the storm, could no longer hear any external sounds and had long since forgotten about Lie Yan's existence.
In her world, there remained only Bai Qinchen before her eyes, alongside that pleasure she had never once experienced.
How could it be, how could it be so pleasurable... Xuanyue thought in a delirious daze, her body honestly cooperating with that wild onslaught.
She even generated an absurd notion, feeling as though her long bygone years had all been lived in vain.
That kind of pleasure and fulfillment made her willing to intoxicate herself of her own accord; even if it meant utter destruction, even if it meant plummeting from this moment on, she only wished to clutch tightly to the pleasure right before her, just a little more, just a little deeper.
Following the final soaring song, Xuanyue's taut body gave a violent jolt, and her nerves-stretched to their absolute extreme-snapped abruptly.
She held her slender swan neck high, her gaze completely losing focus at that exact moment, leaving behind nothing but a blur of white light.
This was a realm she had never touched throughout her long life, a pleasure so intense that it felt as though her soul were about to be pulled right out of her body.
After a momentary stiffness, Xuanyue's entire person collapsed limply as if all the bones had been extracted from her body, sprawling without reservation across Bai Qinchen's broad, scalding chest.
Sweat soaked her temples, plastering disheveled strands against her flushed cheeks.
Her eyes were half-closed, her eyelashes still fluttering uncontrollably, yet the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a satisfied and languid arc.
Xuanyue, held within Bai Qinchen's arms, revealed a faint smile at the corners of her lips, reached out her hand,