The canopy closed around them.
From time to time, came the helpless sobs of a woman.
Her body trembled slightly, her hand resting against Wei Zhao's tense chest, enduring the intense and delicate kisses.
Perhaps out of pity for her, Wei Zhao didn't rush to give her everything at first.
Watching Yu Tingwan gradually adapt, his movements began to intensify.
Yu Tingwan was very tired.
She didn't know how long it had been; her face was flushed unnaturally, feeling like she was about to melt from the heat.
She took deep breaths.
Wei Zhao carried her to clean up.
The night was exceptionally long.
Inside, the room was filled with an enticing spring-like atmosphere.
Outside, there were sobbing sounds, and a black shadow scurried over, knocking frantically on the door in the alley.
No response from one house, anxiously moving to knock on another.
"Who is it! In the middle of the night."
Someone cursed angrily.
"Hey, are you trying to die! Sneaking around my doorstep!"
