Zhao Changhe did not want to indulge.
It was neither the time, nor the place, nor the mood... Furthermore, dual cultivation really was useless—it was not a divine skill.
His rough kiss was more like a punishment… knowing she had done little wrong, yet he still wanted to punish her.
Bao Qin heard the muffled groans of her young mistress from inside the room, and even though she was behind a door, she unconsciously covered her eyes.
In fact, the two inside had breathlessly parted, and Tang Wanju's lips were already bitten and bleeding.
The two looked at each other with complex expressions, and after a long silence, Tang Wanju spoke softly, her tone calm, "I thought you would force yourself on me."
"That would mean I have given up and only want to play without loss," Zhao Changhe turned his head away from looking at her, "Clean yourself and wait, I want to play for many years."
