Although the doors and windows were tightly shut, that mosquito-like whisper seemed like a cold wind, suddenly blowing into the room, sweeping away the original boiling temperature between the two.
The alluring atmosphere vanished without a trace.
Yu Wenye's eyes, which seemed to be boiling, instantly calmed down.
At this moment, emotions prepared long ago and those not yet prepared intertwined, surging in his heart. He took a deep breath, as if finally regaining his sanity, and slowly lowered his head, seeing the woman lying beneath him, her clothes long shed, her originally snow-white smooth skin marked with pink traces from his ravaging, even showing some of a girl's embarrassment now, her eyes misty, looking at him in panic and innocence.
Yu Wenye's breath tightened instantly.
He realized that he had lost control.
Today, what he should do — he had so much to do, yet it definitely wasn't canceling the meeting with the Empress Dowager or bringing her home and then...
