Gu Nanqiao's face was flushed; perhaps it was because she was so close to him, even her breath was scorching.
She leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "You can use whatever you want."
Huo Jingting saw that she had already given him permission, so he didn't hold back any longer.
At first, she was somewhat uncomfortable, but gradually she adapted, and the blazing desire spread to every corner of the bedroom, overflowing with passionate confusion.
Gu Nanqiao only felt a fire gradually rising within her, and her body tensed up.
Huo Jingting's handsome face became increasingly expressive, balancing between indulgence and restraint.
The burning desire left her parched, and after he released, he lay beside her, too lazy even to move a finger.
It was already twilight outside, yet he wasn't in a hurry to get up, holding her lazily in the bed.
Holding her like this, doing nothing and thinking of nothing, was the most comfortable sensation.
