By the time Mu Yiliang was fully awake, the sky had already darkened.
Yan Sijue held her tightly in his arms, as if afraid she might run away.
Even in the dim light, Mu Yiliang could see the contentment on his face.
After what had just happened, Mu Yiliang firmly believed that he had indeed been abstinent these past few years... The fierce intensity made her feel as if she was being devoured whole.
She couldn't remember how many times they had done it; in the end, she was already in a daze, only able to feel the man's low, heavy breathing.
If she wasn't certain the room was soundproof, she might have died from embarrassment!
Her body was still tired, not wanting to move at all, yet, she had never felt so satisfied.
She couldn't help but stretch out her arms and hold him.
Just then, Yan Sijue suddenly opened his eyes and flipped her over to pin her down.
His gaze fell on her shoulder.
