The kind of fire burned Shi Nuan, and she could feel his desire and heat.
He reached out to lift her, his large hands beginning to rove unsteadily over her smooth skin...
Shi Nuan couldn't bear it, yet she was powerless to stop it...
She reached her hand to clasp Song Yansheng's neck, gasping, her gaze falling on the mirror fogged with water droplets and steam...
Even though it was blurred, she could still vaguely make out two ambiguous and rolling figures...
At the beginning, it was still painful, but perhaps he considered it, so his movements were very gentle.
Later on, amidst the pain there was a hint of a subtle, floating sensation, though she didn't know what this floating meant...
Just when the man's actions became more intense, she felt a white light explode in her mind, causing her to cry out uncontrollably once more...
