Wan Chu'er broke free from his fiery lips, asking with a hoarse voice, "Jiang... Jiang Kechu, what's wrong with you?"
She felt like the current Jiang Kechu was a wild beast that had escaped its cage, completely devoid of his usual gentleness and restraint, indulging without bounds, fervently unleashing himself upon her.
Wan Chu'er's slightly nervous voice fell on Jiang Kechu's ears, like the evening bell of an ancient temple, crisply striking his heart, awakening him.
He glanced at Wan Chu'er with eyes wide open, feeling the softness and fragrance in his arms, gradually stopping his ravaging hands, turned over, lifted Wan Chu'er, pressed her against his chest, then closed his eyes and fell silent.
Hmm?
What does this mean?
Wan Chu'er blinked her eyes, that was it? She was ready.
She swallowed her saliva, raised her head to look at Jiang Kechu, but saw only his sharply defined chin with a bluish hue.
