Shang Yu always had little resistance to her closeness, especially at the tranquil Tangxi Garden villa in the deep of night.
He kissed her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, "Return to the Mansion?"
Li Qiao's fingers deftly unfastened a button on his shirt and raised her eyebrows suggestively, the meaning was clear, right here.
Perhaps due to the numerous complicated matters of the recent days, she had inexplicably taken on many heavy burdens.
Since that time at the old house, they hadn't been intimate for a long time.
At times, the way to release was simple, the touch of each other's skin could smooth everything over.
Later, Shang Yu held her on his lap, his shirt slightly open, both deeply moved and utterly lost in passion.
The sofa, the bedroom, the bathroom… He took her with abandon, and she tried hard to please.
Liuyun was right; he indeed had spent a night sleeping in the car.
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