In a room with ambiguous hues, on a garishly colored purple bed, two figures entwined with each other.
"Ah... Brother..." Gu Shengyin panted heavily, her vision hazy and obscured.
All of her senses converged on touch; she could clearly feel the other's hands roaming over her body, his lips leaving scalding kisses on her skin, his...
"Ah!" The intense pleasure caused her to scream involuntarily.
At the same time, her black eyes turned scarlet, and sharp fangs emerged uncontrollably.
Razor-sharp nails scratched the skin of the person on top of her, the sweet scent of blood permeating the room like an aphrodisiac.
"Brother, brother... I can't take it anymore!" she cried incoherently, hands gripping tightly.
Weisheng Liang didn't fare much better.
The fangs had long been exposed, his gaze locking onto the person beneath him, as if they were one.
The already stormy pace intensified further, and Weisheng Liang held the person beneath him tightly.
