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Have you ever loved soone, loved them so much that all your boundaries beco them in their presence?
Han Jing suddenly pressed down on Su Yu’s shoulder, looking down on him with intense, unwavering eyes.
Su Yu was waiting for her, but she didn’t react at all.
His hand on her slender waist, he slightly curled his lips: "Jing’er, do you still rember that I owe you sothing?"
He waited for her to ask what it was, so he could naturally say to her, I still owe you a wedding night.
But who knew, Han Jing unexpectedly didn’t play by the rules, tossing him a chilly, "You owe a lot of things!"
Su Yu...
The atmosphere was so romantic, why was his little one so oblivious to it?
"If Jing’er can’t rember, then let help you recall." His clear voice was as light as a feather, sweeping tenderly across her heart, tingling and trembling.
Su Yu’s fingers slowly traced over her waist muscles, deftly untied her dress’s ribbon, only then did Han Jing realize what he was doing, flustered, she reached out to stop him, but unfortunately, she was a step too slow, as the outer garnt had already been pulled to her shoulders by him, still lingering in her earlier grievance, she complained softly, "What are you doing?"
In the flickering candlelight, her face as creamy as condensed milk had a light blush, damp hair draped on her cheeks, lashes curled like fans still holding remnants of water drops, exuding a fatal sensual temptation, making him react in an instant.
In the water, the two were so close that Han Jing almost imdiately felt his burning desire, her already flushed cheeks turned scarlet in an instant.
They hadn’t been this close in years, even the last ti in the Prayer Pavilion when they shared a bed for a night, her heart had been cold and painful, devoid of any tenderness.
Now leaning together like this, she suddenly rembered, they were husband and wife, once... almost, oh no, once they had done more intimate things quite consciously.
It’s just that so much ti had passed, suddenly rembering now, her whole heart felt as if it was burning, the surrounding temperature rising degree by degree.
Su Yu’s voice had a slight rasp, he leaned close to her ear, almost biting her earlobe as he said, "I still owe you a wedding night."
Han Jing, flustered and a bit at a loss: "You..."
His warm breath was like poison, infiltrating her heart bit by bit: "I want to return it to you~"
His enchanting voice filled her ears, seemingly endless, when suddenly she felt a chill in the air, the clothes on her shoulders had sohow slipped off, before she could even gasp, she was engulfed by an assertive warmth, sending tremors across her body, that peculiar feeling made her instinctively straighten her legs, the slight sting tickling down to her soles, her brain starting to go breathless, turning into a blank haze.
She seed to be drowning in a white mottled chaos, involuntarily gasping softly, unable to grab any driftwood for support, she could only press her fingers tightly into his shoulders, but the searing heat from his body made her fingers curl involuntarily.
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