Ling Rong let out a muffled groan, still unable to adapt to his presence.
Yun Shangshu pressed against her forcefully, his movements vigorous, forgetting to cherish her.
Ling Rong held his body tightly, her thoughts gradually drifting away, as she began to sink into his assault…
Yun Shangshu, who never prioritized desire, lost control again.
Unaware of how many times he had taken her, he was finally satisfied enough to let her go.
He carried the deeply asleep Ling Rong to lie on the couch beside the bath, looking at her with a complex expression, his gaze growing colder.
What's happened to him?
He promised not to touch her anymore, yet he broke his word.
What is so good about this woman that makes him lose control again and again, like a foolish youth, savoring the taste?
But he is very sure of his feelings, he does not love this woman, merely has some affection.
Because of her eyes, he does not dislike her.
But wouldn't particularly want her for that reason.
