The more it was like this, the more Nangong Yaoling found her irresistibly adorable, with a hint of charm and allure that seemed to captivate his very soul.
"You enchanting little demon..." he muttered through gritted teeth, his hoarse voice brushing against her ear, and with that, the man thrust fiercely into her.
Both of them let out a muffled groan almost simultaneously.
The entire bedroom was enveloped in an ambiance of intimate springtime.
Two hours later.
Xia Xiaonuan collapsed into Nangong Yaoling's arms, feeling as though her exhausted limbs were no longer her own.
Meanwhile, the one responsible for most of the exertion seemed entirely composed, holding her close, pressing her head against his chest, and kissing her hair tenderly.
"Only by holding you this way do I feel complete..." he suddenly whispered above her head, as if talking to himself, yet speaking to her.
The air was thick with the scent of their mingled pheromones, a fragrance familiar to both of them.
