She was like a cloud, but also like a mountain spirit that ensnared the soul, compelling him to involuntarily stop in his tracks, his gaze transfixed.
In a daze, he only felt a soft jade-like, fragrant body gently lean over and tenderly push him down. He lay dumbly on the bedsheet as if all his spirit had been drawn out, watching her enticingly lower her head and press her lips against his.
Not until an overwhelming sensation enveloped him did he let out a soft sigh and embraced her tightly. Following that, his body flipped over, and with the demeanor of a master commanding the universe, he took her to soar into the clouds!
In the maelstrom of madness where Yu Zexiao completely lost consciousness, there was only one thought—
Damn, he absolutely couldn't let her wear that outfit again! Otherwise, she'd nearly drain all his energy!
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Early morning, five o'clock.
