In the guest room:
Amidst the pitch-black darkness, an air of intimacy surrounded them.
Bo Huan daringly moved closer to the man, breathing softly by his ear, alluringly captivating.
Ha...
Isn't there a saying?
Bedding is character.
She couldn't help wanting to see how this man could maintain his composure.
Of course... she also wanted to see what kind of character he truly possessed.
...
Bo Huan's long, narrow Feng Mou eyes were particularly exquisite, her natural allure visible even under the dim night.
Bo Huan herself was a stunning beauty, indisputable.
...
In the darkness, feeling the soft, supple body of the woman leaning against him, Bo Qing's lips curved slightly.
He had to admit, her every move was a tease to him.
Making him stir restlessly, unwilling to stop.
For example... at this very moment.
He could feel his blood swiftly boiling, the heated sensation... almost overwhelming.
