Wanshuang lay in bed but found herself somewhat unable to sleep, because the thing she had just done with Yang Baiyue had been too rash, leaving her somewhat unsatisfied and feeling a bit distressed.
She thought that next time they met, she would have to enjoy to the fullest.
Just as she was about to let go of the mindless thoughts, suddenly, a faint fragrance drifted through her breath, and then, she felt the previous bit of discomfort suddenly become much worse, so uncomfortable that she wanted to scream.
Yang Ruxin stood by the bed, looking at Wanshuang who had lost consciousness, only leaving instinct, and a cold smile hooked at the corner of her mouth, then she turned and left the room.
Don't blame her for making a move, who asked for her to degrade herself?
