Jiang Xingye hesitated for a fleeting moment, but in the end, his desire overcame his reason.
Or perhaps it was that his selfishness had already claimed Xu Qinghuan as his own wife; subconsciously, after they had shared such intimate moments, he felt they would never be apart again.
In this relationship, he was always the one who felt lowly.
The sensation was like a rollercoaster. Jiang Xingye lay on his side, sweat dampening his temples.
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Xu Qinghuan lay on the kang, utterly exhausted, her mind no longer functioning.
Finally, there was light in the room.
Jiang Xingye walked in carrying a basin, wrung out a towel, and began to wipe her hands clean.
The feeling between them had become extraordinary. They had been intimate before, and she had once been marked by Jiang Xingye, but it had never felt like this.
The way he looked at her had changed, too. If his gaze before had been filled with devotion and admiration, now it was laced with desire.
It was the way a man looks at a woman.
To Jiang Xingye, she was his woman. He had not yet done that with her, but she had done it to him, and that simple act between a man and a woman seemed to be the most intimate bond in the world.Xu Qinghuan thought to herself, no wonder Song Wanlin could order Liao Yongqiang around with such unearned confidence.
Jiang Xingye reached out to wipe her down, but she quickly pushed him away. "No, I'll go back and take a shower."
Her hair was damp, and in this sweltering heat, if she didn't wash up, sh…
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