Though Song Ci couldn't make out the exact words of the murmur, Ye Fei could. In her unconscious state, Yan Ruyu had called out his name.
Combined with the intense scene earlier, even the slightest thought of it plunged Ye Fei into a whirlwind of desire.
Lost in these thoughts, the alluring figure on the bed seemed to transform into Yan Ruyu, fueling Ye Fei's impulses. He bit his tongue to regain some composure, but the fire inside him could no longer be suppressed.
Even though he knew it was unfair to Song Xuan to be thinking of another woman, Ye Fei still quietly walked to the bed, sat down, and gently pulled back the thin blanket covering her.
"Ye Fei, Ye Fei," Song Xuan murmured in her sleep, seemingly lost in a dream. Her soft calls of his name snapped Ye Fei out of his earlier thoughts, and his focus shifted entirely to the mature woman who loved him deeply. Still, he couldn't hold back any longer.
