Looking at the woman beneath him with a dreaming face, Dahai Wang pinched her chin and said, "Miss Chen, what time did we arrange for this evening?"
"Seven, seven o'clock."
Chen Nuo's voice trembled, feeling herself like a pool of water.
This feeling, this experience, was indescribable.
"It's still early then."
Dahai Wang glanced at the time, then put down his phone, cupped her breasts and said, "A moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold, let's not waste time. Today, I want to savor your body thoroughly."
After speaking, he bent down to seal Chen Nuo's cherry lips with his and began his labor.
The room was filled with the colors of spring.
Before they knew it, three hours had passed.
Chen Nuo's throat was somewhat hoarse.
Until six thirty in the evening.
Only then did Dahai Wang rise from her body.
Chen Nuo lay limp on the bed, her hair spread out like seawater, her whole body sore and aching.
Mentally, she felt exhausted yet comfortable.
