The temperature in the Youyang Pavilion hall kept rising.
A gust of wind blew by, bringing a trace of coolness, jolting Wu Ming awake.
He looked down at the girl lying beneath him, her clothes in disarray, and he was shocked.
The drug's effect climbed into his mind; just now, he almost lost control.
After the passionate kiss ended, the girl gradually regained her senses.
She lifted her dazed eyes and saw the man above her, and his face slowly became clear.
She looked at his hand again...
"You... mmm! Mmm..."
Wu Ming's large hand pressed against her lips, muffling all her screams.
"Weren't you just calling out so joyfully? Go on!"
"Mmm..." Baili Xia's eyes widened, still resisting.
But a sound from outside made her stop immediately.
However, his hand... his hand!
In the courtyard, a departing voice sounded, and Wu Ming's actions slowed down.
Yet, he was reluctant to let go of the body beneath him.
