The night was deep and still. The master bedroom was quiet, save for the sound of Shang Jingchen’s heavy, labored breathing.
Ye Zhixing lay with her head tilted back, her expression one of endurance. Her cheeks were flushed a captivating shade of crimson, and she bit her lower lip, her own breath coming in ragged gasps.
It was unclear how much time had passed before everything finally settled into stillness.
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