Looking at the woman with a radiant smile, Ye Qilan's gaze gradually deepened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "You, woman, scared me just now. How should I punish you?"
His kisses fell on her delicate eyebrows, the tip of her pert nose, and her beautiful flower-like lips.
Su Hongxing's breath caught, her face reddened, and her heart raced as she clumsily responded to his kiss. Their lips and tongues quickly intertwined, inseparable, unaware of when they became bare to each other.
Everything happened naturally, and when they became one, Ye Qilan let out a satisfied sigh.
The temperature in the room kept rising, as if it would ignite.
That night was long, and the passion was intense...
Su Hongxing hardly slept all night, turned over and over by Ye Qilan. She understood that Ye Qilan was famished, being a man in his thirties who hadn't had a normal marital life for a long time.
