"Aoh!"
In that instant, Luo Yanran's pupils contracted, and a blissful light blossomed in her eyes.
This was exactly that wonderful feeling.
Perfect.
In just a moment, the last remnants of her rational awareness vanished completely; at this moment, all her former chaste resistance had been wiped clean.
Her so‑called husband, talk of betrayal—she tossed it all to the back of her mind.
Right now, there was only one thing she wanted: to sink completely into this pleasure.
And then, to match Qin Qi's rhythm, to satisfy Qin Qi, to let him drive her straight toward that peak of ecstasy.
Watching Luo Yanran revel like this, Qin Qi's lips curled as he drawled lazily, "Senior Sister Luo, being fucked by a man who isn't your husband, in your own home—what does that feel like?"
Luo Yanran's delicate body trembled lightly; hearing Qin Qi's words, her eyes flickered with nervousness. "Qin Qi, d‑don't say that anymore…"
She herself felt utterly baffled inside.
