She collapsed limply into Bai Qinchen's wide embrace, her sideburns soaked through with sweat, a few strands of dark hair sticking messily to her flushed and burning cheeks. Those limpid, beautiful eyes of hers were unfocused and dazed at the moment, and only ragged gasps echoed in the quiet space.
Once upon a time, Rong Nianbing could not give her this kind of happiness and had never let her experience it. Who would have thought that she would experience it for the first time in the embrace of a strange man, and that the elder sister and mother-in-law would be watching it all from the side?
She thought that this battle was finally going to draw to a close when she surrendered. This was an experience she had never had in her life, making her feel both a deep sense of sin and a thrilling sense of joy.
However, she was wrong.
Far from withdrawing, Bai Qinchen paused only briefly, followed immediately by an even more ferocious onslaught.
Pleasure washed over her once more, and Lan Chen's beautiful eyes were filled with incredulous shock.
She had thought that was already the ultimate and the end, but this man used his actions to tell her that it was merely a beginning.
Her body no longer belonged to her, undulating and cooperating unconsciously under that tyrannical attack. On that ethereal and refined face, mixed with tears and sweat, nothing was left in her once-pure eyes except dazed intoxication.
"Lord... Young Master..." Her small mouth opened slightly, song spilling from her throat with a tremor and astonishment she herself had not noticed, and she asked, "How are you... so formidable? To actually, actually still be able to fight?"
In these words, not a shred of resistance remained, leaving only the purest bewilderment and