The spacious room was pitch-black beneath the shrouding curtains, the silent environment making two light, gentle gasps stand out with utter clarity.
Ye Wushuang lay on the bed, embracing the soft, delicate body draped over him. His palm absentmindedly stroked her smooth skin, his thoughts already drifting into a trance.
This atmosphere persisted for a long time, until the beauty in his arms gradually began to regain her senses.
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