The wind swept through like remnants of clouds, and she seemed to become the food in his mouth.
Perhaps the timing was just right; Qu Fulan felt a sense of yearning emerging within her body.
As if particularly empty, needing something to fill it.
His kisses fell like raindrops, densely and continuously landing on her face, her eyes, her nose...
Everything happened so suddenly, yet so naturally.
Qu Fulan finally understood how a man can bring such pain, yet also provide such extreme pleasure.
The servants had long tactfully stepped aside, but didn't dare go too far, in case there was a need for something, like water or anything, so they could respond promptly.
This night was a bit too long.
Water was called for five or six times during the period; originally, the maids whispered among themselves, but eventually, after running back and forth to the kitchen to fetch water, they were exhausted.
They were tired just running to the kitchen, how must the people involved feel?
