Deep into the night, the master bedroom was quiet, save for the sound of Shang Jingchen’s heavy breathing.
Ye Zhixing leaned her head back, her expression one of stifled endurance, her cheeks flushed a captivating crimson. She bit her lower lip, her own breath coming in ragged gasps.
It was hard to say how much time had passed before everything finally settled.
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