What answered her was an even wilder storm of passion and intensity.
An intricate weave of ultimate pain and pleasure.
Shen Yinning whimpered softly, yet her enchanting eyes gleamed with allure, like a caged beast brimming with restless hunger.
Who knew how much time passed before the tempest of their affair slowly began to subside?
They did not part. Shen Yinning, weak and drained, clung to Lu Ying, her voice hoarse and trembling as she choked out, "Brother Lu Ying, are you always this harsh with your younger sister?"
Lu Ying remained silent.
With Shen Yunxi, he had always been proper and restrained.
But such truths could never reach Shen Yinning's ears.
So, he replied, "She is naturally different from you."
Shen Yinning bit her lip with her pearly teeth.
Shen Yunxi was his Crown Princess Consort, dignified, exalted, and coddled in luxury, utterly unlike someone like herself who had offered herself willingly.
