"Are you satisfied?"
He had asked the same question that morning.
How was she supposed to answer?
Jiang Jingming looked at Sang Yu in a daze and couldn't help but chuckle softly, kissing the corner of her lips.
His voice was gentle, "Can we continue now?"
Could she say no? It seemed even if she said no, he wouldn't agree.
The only covering left on her body scattered to the ground, their clothes intertwined.
Her body felt like it was on fire, as if she was in a scorching furnace.
Later, she felt like a small boat drifting in the sea.
She didn't know how long it took for the waves on the sea surface to gradually calm down.
Outside the window, the moon slowly rose, casting its light through the window.
It fell on the overlapping silhouettes on the red wedding bed, two figures completely merged into one.
The moon couldn't help but shy away, hiding behind the clouds.
At some point, the moon had traversed half the sky, and the movements inside the room gradually calmed down.
