Until she was nearly driven crazy by this feeling, dazed and confused, she heard Ji Chuan's low, husky voice softly sound in her ear.
"I want you..."
Yan Huan's hands gripped nervously as she heard her voice also tinged with a hint of desire: "Will it hurt?"
"A little. But, I'll be gentle!"
"Mm. I trust you!"
That night, Ji Chuan tirelessly brought Yan Huan to the heights of ecstasy again and again. The consciousness he had suppressed for so many years broke free from its seal and shackles that night, allowing him to love his beloved with all his might.
Yan Huan convulsed repeatedly, overwhelmed by the obliterating pleasure, clinging to Ji Chuan like a dodder plant, experiencing the ultimate joy of the union of spirit and flesh.
The two were lost in a sea of love and desire, unaware of when it would end.
In the morning, a ray of sunlight streamed through the window, spilling onto the marital bed, bright and warm.
